Kintsugi portrait

I. It is three fold. First step is the loss. It comes with a mental frenzy. It is ineffable to everything in you that once made sense. Your body shatters to pieces and some of them are nowhere to be found. A desire to escape. How do you accept what is ? When what is, is so unacceptable. You look for the loophole. The point where space bends time. In your dreams, perhaps. This pull inwards that allows you to disappear for a moment. Here they are. The missing pieces. In your dreams you run…