I prayed for a flawed human being
And received one.
Investing my whole being into an unloving and unfaithful piece of unfinished work.
His creator must have been lazy to finish him off.
Indeed I am lazy to even carry on with him.
I express myself through the medium that connects me to the ground.
Uprooted trees, paper.
I will surely find myself underground
If I continue to stay
with this half broken,
Pieces I cannot find and fix because it is as if they never existed.
Although I am an artist,
I cannot fathom how I will finish you off and make you whole again.
If you were whole to begin with.
My imagination can only go so far.
And you are beyond ANYTHING I could imagine.
I prayed for an unfinished piece of human being.
Find yourself first,
Search in Rome, Egypt, Africa.
Any place that you feel you will find pieces of you.
Peace of you.
Ask them to help you, find you.
For surely you and I have no clue.
Or ask your creator to conjure and create broken pieces from thin air.
When you search and find yourself.
You will find me.
My broken art piece.