And I walk through the shattered pieces of me, pick them all up, one by one and sit down to put them back together. Fingers bleeding from the sharp edges of some pieces and heart weeping from the twist in what looked like a certain fate. It’s a jigsaw puzzle. I don’t quite know what fits where. So I file some ends and add some glue and put it back together. It looks all different but kinda whole. I create a new me and add some extra glue to make sure it’s all nicely pieced together. And then I hold on tight to this new me and carry on living…until the next time I have to recreate myself again…