I like kind of broken things.
They just make me feel alive:
They only do make me thrive,
They only do give me wings.
Otherwise I’d simply feel
That all I own is perfect.
I need to live the defect,
And to perceive the ordeal.
So sweet is the most bitter
Difficulty occurring
In your worst day, or during
A useless life as quitter.
So sweet is to have something
That constantly reminds you
That everybody goes through
A hard winter without spring.
December 2014