What are the ways you might pull yourself apart, and what do the results look like? This is the second in a series of six installments beginning here: http://secretvespers.com/2008/07/21/pieces-part-1/
Life pulled me apart at an early age. I was unaware of my fragmented state until my 30s. The more the pieces shone, the sharper the edges. I had to learn not to “cut” people or myself on them.
I have learned to love the pieces, and admire them for the way they catch the light. Sometimes they fit together, sometimes they separate. Now they all hang together like a glass mobile, and the music is lovely.
‘We’re searching for the same thing but we move in different ways.
Just because Division wants it, that’s the way it stays!
When everybody shares the same existence anyway…
Life pulled me apart at an early age. I was unaware of my fragmented state until my 30s. The more the pieces shone, the sharper the edges. I had to learn not to “cut” people or myself on them.
I have learned to love the pieces, and admire them for the way they catch the light. Sometimes they fit together, sometimes they separate. Now they all hang together like a glass mobile, and the music is lovely.
‘We’re searching for the same thing but we move in different ways.
Just because Division wants it, that’s the way it stays!
When everybody shares the same existence anyway…
Division…’
(New Musik)
I learned to re-assemble what I take apart.
Writing a book is pulling you apart and then cutting off page-sized pieces and arranging them in any order.