I am honored.

To be fair, none of us will ever be fixed. However, think of our tattered and torn lives as a constantly shifting kaleidoscope of bright colors, always beautiful, always changing, always by necessity in pieces, or that constantly changing vivid rainbow could not possibly delight.

It is the very brokenness that makes it beautiful. What is fixed, is our love for it, should we be so brave.

If by being fixed I am pinned to place like a gorgeous butterfly on canvas, leave me broken, for at least I can still fly.