Not a single word touched her ears.
It was her soul that was touched.
By rumours,
by swearwords,
by insults.

All made by broken people
in order to make happy people broken
so that the happy won't be anymore
and the broken won't be lonely anymore.
Because many broken pieces become something whole, right?

How about letting everything stay whole
so that nothing has to become whole.
Everything would simply be whole.
Everything would be happy
and the broken and the lonely wouldn't be anymore.

- paperchick