When one begins to accept disillusionment, one forgets how to savour life.
Becoming a jigsaw with some of the pieces missing, lacking the enthusiasm to find them and turning into an ever more complex puzzle- needing to be solved but never wanting it to be so.
When one’s soul starts falling away like Autumn leaves, one must wonder how long the Winter will last and if the light of Spring will ever pierce one’s heart again.
Everything unfolds, disconnecting with every new dawn until all circuits have been burnt out.
When one forgets how to savour life, one becomes jaded. Irreparably.