Some people like to fix broken computers,
a broken watch, a scrapped machine.
Most people just throw away things not working,
or stored to never see the light on a vault.
For most things, I am like most people.
But I do consider me a mender. But I never understood machines.
The parts, scraps and spares to make them work,
never my thing. I couldn’t find them interesting.
But I found myself looking for something else,
a challenge maybe, a goal to achieve.
I looked for minds, I looked for souls.
Broken hearts, broken thoughts.
I try to fix them, to make them good.
I try to heal them, close the wound, assemble the fallen parts.
It is not an easy task, and sometimes the damage is too much,
but I always have to try, let the energy flow with intensity.
And maybe someday, sometime, someone will see me mending,
someone will notice and then, with her help, we would fix myself.
It is strange to live alone when you know you are one of those who live in pairs
Can’t denied it
The worse lie I do is to myself
But behind the lie is a truth…
I just need to discover it
I wish she’s real… I wish I will meet her