I’ve been working on papers all morning, and now my brain just hurts so I figured I should post something, anything, cause I haven’t been. Instead of rambling on about what pissing me off, or what I’m feeling I’m going to tell you a story.
This is a story about a broken man. For a very long time he felt like he was losing parts. It started with his heart, which shattered at a careless word. A man with no heart does very silly things, things that only break a person faster. Of course our broken man did those silly things and broke his body. He could no longer run from his falling pieces, so they began to pile around him. Upon seeing all the pieces and realizing how broken he was he began to cry. All how could now do was weep, no more did he feel joy. With his eyes wept his soul, until it to broke and was washed away with the tears. All that was left was a mind, but it was a mind with a shattered heart, a dead body, and an absent soul. A mind does not last long with out it’s companions, and it to finally broke. No longer was there a man, only a puzzle of pieces.
This is the story of a fixer girl. For a very long time she put people back together. It started when he mother died, it was her that held her family together, with all of he love. A girl with love does great things, things that bring people closer. Of course the fixer girl did great things and helped lots of people. She did everything she could for everyone one she met. People loved her, but she had no one to love. The more she fixed the less love she felt. She could fix anyone, but was there any one that could fix her? Fixer girl was lonely, lost in a sea of other people problems. She kept going, all she could do anymore was to solve puzzle people.
This is the story of a bar. It was a small dingy bar, but thats not important. What’s important were the people in that dingy bar. There were lots of people there, big people, little people, happy people, sad people, and most importantly broken people and fixer people. Our fixer girl was there, but not to fix people, she was too sad, and there was no one to fix her. All she saw was a broken man, just one more puzzle. Our broken man was there, and he saw a fixer girl. The broken man didn’t see help though, he only saw the tears on her cheek. Slowly he gathered his pieces and went over to her. The fixer girl just saw one more problem wanting to be solved. He laid his pieces at her feet, gave her a tight hug and said “I’ll take care of you”. She of course hugged him back.
That was a story about a fixed man, a happy girl, and a little bit of love.
YAY HAPPY ENDING!!! Now back to papers :(