just a thought

this broken, beaten man- me.

its heartbreaking to find a grown up man hiding away his scars and ghosts.
he has not let go of his insecurities, his disillusions.
he is lost in his own mind
he is floating away on his own isle of shattered pieces of a broken art.
his beaten heart.

he wonders how he manages to pull through each day.
chasing at tails.
pulling the puzzles
apart.

he is falling apart.