This is the Journal of Pieces of a Made Up Heart.
Everything that my heart whispers me inside, or maybe would I just making it up?
Is this all makes part of a my reverie? Every single note I've written?
I chose this name basically, because no one heart's ever be safe to be broke. And it doesn't matter in how many different ways, in two parts or three parts or in thousand of them... Everyone already had some fall at least.
And that's what makes us ourselves and so different from each other: our broken so singular.
Walking around leaving behind a piece of mine in every corner I go, with no intetion to get them back again.
Because who knows if i get back in those places I could just rediscover myself by using those pieces?
Nobody is just one thing at all.
And even far from this free parts I can get it back together inside of me.
Then becoming the best me that I could be.