When I was a child,
I was in a store looking at Animal Themed Pens..
I noticed one was missing an eye, and pointed it out to sales clerk.
She told me, "This pen will be special to someone".
My life sort became defined in that moment.
I have always preferred the broken ones... the ones with out love..
From dogs, to human to pens...
Most of the time, I am the one who has been fixed.
