Her heart is broken into pieces.
But not in the way you are thinking.
Her heart is in pieces because it is sprinkled in every country she has traveled to,
every town she has visited and small parts of it rest in all of the homes of the many people that she loves.
But she doesn't need a full heart.
She would rather live a life where her heart is scattered.
Because when the pieces finally come back together, they make a mosaic of her favorite picture.
The world that she loves.
But not in the way you are thinking.
Her heart is in pieces because it is sprinkled in every country she has traveled to,
every town she has visited and small parts of it rest in all of the homes of the many people that she loves.
But she doesn't need a full heart.
She would rather live a life where her heart is scattered.
Because when the pieces finally come back together, they make a mosaic of her favorite picture.
The world that she loves.
-Anonymous-
Thank you, Prague. For adding so many more pieces to the puzzle of my heart.
(Catch up on our lives in Germany at www.glockenspieling.com)
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