Happily broken. Joyously numb. The fact that there's such a thing as being amazingly happy and cripplingly sad at the same time is a beautiful mystery. The act of falling apart but being picked back up and pieced together. Glue alone won't fix a shattered vase, pressure and time alone gives the strongest bond. It's never the same as before, yet somehow still beautiful. (part 3/3)
Not too much to say about this, all is self explanatory really. Its meant to be taken from all forms of imagination, as a songs lyrics seem to speak dozens of stories.