I broke my life story into
Several different pieces
In all sizes and shapes
Were they
And radiating
Thousand unnamed hues.
Gluing them together was
As all pieces grew in size,
independent of each other
They reflected a new story.
That’s life.
Several different pieces put together.
All of them unrelated
(Sometimes mismatched)
But tightly held together
Woven into intricate patterns
So the ties never get loose.
Breaking them, is releasing them
The life-pieces are gone
Gone. Gone for ever.
They are never back.
All you get is another life story
With different slices
You start building another life
Living another existence

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