Sometimes, life is littered with cracks and you happen to be on the side of the window where the picture on the other side isn’t very clear. Sometimes the cracks are detailed, small, delicate, large, beautiful, or messy. And sometimes… it seems like they go on for miles and miles.
For everyone who has been on the other side of my cracks, helping me see past them, I want to thank you. May I always have you to remind me what it looks like on the other side when I cannot remember.
© /skin/ /ˈpōətrē/