The Arts & Crafts

I re-invent my self every morning. At night, in my sleep, I fall into a hundred pieces – some of them round and smooth like lead beads, some coarse to the touch like bark; some crumble into glittering dust the moment you breathe on them.
So, I wake up with my mind all over the place.
I carefully collect those parts of me that have fallen off the bed and mischievously rolled under the closet. They feel cold when I hold them in my hand, just for a second, before they all click into place and pretend they have never been anything else but a seamless sense of integrity.