Thirty spokes meet in the hub. Where a wheel isn't is where it's useful. Hollowed out, clay makes a pot. Where the pots not is where it's useful. Cut doors and windows to make a room. Where the room isn't, there's room for you. So the profit in what is, is in the use of what isn't.

existing or functioning as though broken into separate parts; disorganized; disunified:

the pain of loss may lay dormant, when it surfaces.... it is like being suffocated.

grief and longing...my two best friends.

always present

my childhood ended before it began.

my story always starts after.

her death created me

I mourn the possibility of us.

my past is constantly catching up to my present and trying to push its way into my future.

a shadow as placeholder.... still waiting.

motherless daughter