Making and breaking are two different things but, aren't they also the same? Changing from one form into the next..
Whole and new or weathered and scarred. We are not so different.
Your new, innocent eyes look at me with such wonder and curiosity. I look back, trying to be happy and brave, hoping that you never face the demons that I have. You are always looking and I am always hiding.
What is it that makes us the same? How can we even face each other without bursting into pieces?
Love? The chase?
Is it love that glues us back together? Is it the chase that keeps us from falling apart completely?
I'm just trying to understand this particular thread of life.