#Day64 Let me become the stardust my plain soul contains, the glittery gold which is a bonsai to those broken souls. But, I sit there wondering and wandering in a cosmos of my own thoughts which are filled with anguish and pain, thinking how can a disintegrated piece of art can heal the broken ones. Maybe, a disintegrated mess can heal brokenness, shaping it into a masterpiece again; piece by piece, joining a broken piece of art, with its disintegrated parts, to create something more than just beautiful- love. //Caption Let me weave words out of my plain pain and disintegrate those words into letters that engrave my heart forever as an account of my never-ending bliss, a memoir of my past-