Broken...

I walk the land.

I come and go randomly following the wind, the tide or the stars.

Sometimes I live, most of the times I watch. Every time, I do.


I'm broken. By doing,  I hope to be fixed.

My hands fixed, brought grins back to the surface.

In fixing, I hope to be fixed.

My hands fix no more. My hands break, mash... destroy.

I'm broken.

Now, my hands are broken too.