Fragile
We are fragile The walls of our hearts are made of paperthin glass... We are so fragile that an ironhard word lets us explode into a thousand pieces... We are so very fragile that no glue, despite the loving and focused effort of reconstruction can ever put us together again. We are fragile - fine cracks inevitably become chasms holes - fine porcelain powder, ashes from an urn, that gets blown away by the morning breeze. Sign in to see full entry.