Peices

Isn't that what all of life is anyway?
Shards. Bits. Moments.
Am I less because i have fewer, or do the few
I have mean more?
Am I just as full as anyone else? Enough?
Pieces.
I hold them like they are life itself.
They nearly are.
A bit for someone here.
A bit there.
And sometimes they dont add up to
anything whole.
But you are so busy dancing.
Delivering.
You dont have time to notice.
Or are afriad to notice.
And then one day you have to look
And it's true.
All of your pieces fill up
othere peoples holes.
But they don't fill
your own.



                This was quoted from "The Adoration of Jenna Fox"