Am I really a whole? Or am I simply fragments of myself? I can see it in the broken mirrors – my shards reflect the world. It is not just one thing. It is the passion of the lovers and the malice of the thief, it is a part of us – just a piece.
Am I really a whole? Or am I simply fragments of myself? I can see it in the broken mirrors – my shards reflect the world. It is not just one thing. It is the passion of the lovers and the malice of the thief, it is a part of us – just a piece.