It's like a shattered mirror or a puzzle with a few missing pieces.
I keep looking for ways to put it back together, moving bits and pieces around.
My cold skin hides the sense heightening adrenalin rush.
A certain longing for uninterrupted subjects comes to mind but I focus on mending the cracks.
Aiming for my own sense of perfection, I accept that I will always want to fix the broken things.