A bit for someone here.
A bit there.
And sometimes they don’t add up to anything whole.
But you are so busy dancing.
You don’t have time to notice.
Or are afraid to notice.
And then one day you have to look.
And it’s true.
All of your pieces fill up other people’s holes.
But they don’t fill
“Maybe the impossible is possible when you take everything else away.
When nothings left, maybe you can reach for something that no one knew existed.
Or maybe we became something new.
Maybe we made it exist.”