You fall apart,
pick up the pieces
make a new picture
and fall apart.

You
fall apart
pick up the pieces,
break open wide like
your inside's on the outside,
but
you haven't died
so you start to
fall apart again.

I call it the falling apart and not dying game,
I play it on my internal camcorder
rewind,
they call it a psychological disorder in order to satisfy the clinical mind.
They don't realise that I don't always find all the pieces that fell but
I don't tell them that.