Sometimes you are not feeling whole, as if there is just half of you.
And when you are not feeling whole, sadness and even despair are close.
Your head is down, your arms are down and you fell a huge burden.
But, you know, there might be someone interested of you just the way you are, with all your imperfections.
Half of a poppy is missing, half of the stamens are dried but yet there is someone interested.
Isn’t it this life?