A broken heart is a shattered soul, a fragmented spirit lost in the fragments of memories. What ever gets broken leaves behind pieces that can never be fully restored, no matter how hard you try to glue them together.

Trying isn't wrong, but some pieces - love, happiness, trust; gets overlooked by the mortal gaze, left to wander on their own. A heart that is broken has no home, just like a nomad searching for a place to heal, chasing shadows of yesterday, trying to find its way back to light.

Yet in this brokeness, there is a glimmer of hope glowing softly - a reminder that even in brokeness, beauty can still emerge. And in the mending, a new story unfolds, one of strength and quiet courage. And slowly the fragments starts to reshape, piecing together a new landscape of the heart ❤️ ❤️ ❤️.