fragments and knots

Yes, no, maybe, yes, no, absolutely not, maybe.

Around and around.

Circles going in circles.

Nothing makes sense anymore.

Am I all alone?

We understand each other so perfectly.

Musty cabinets  hide the truth.

Fragments.

Shattered hearts lay around,

waiting for someone to put them together.

Will someone?

Or will they lay there,

torn apart.

Forever.

The knots holding.

but it's slipping.

Love, savannah