PUZZLE PIECES // SAMI YSAIS

We've been trying to figure out
What
Life
Is.
A shifting, moving sense of
rationality riding on
broken bottle souls.
Searching for resurgence, redemption,
Is the past behind us or does it hang on us?
Running fingers through
tousled,
troubled
locks,
cradling broken hearts
in themselves,
hands waiting for the someday,
when things will get better.
She stands.
She sways,
waiting for her someday
with the other broken bottle souls
as the wind whistles whispers
love songs to numbness
craving clarity.
We always want to know
What
Life
Is.