Turning Things Around

This pressure on the shattered pieces of my heart will crush them to a fine powder and they will scatter among the four corners of the world blown away through the holes in my soul by the fierce wind of my restless thoughts. Maybe i shall journey to find each speck. My youth spent in one glorious, treacherous adventure after another. At the end of my life i will be whole again and i will be rich in experience. Is that not what we all strive for?