patching together.
continuing to mold its shape.
patching together.
continuing to fill in the colors.
patching together.
by continuing towards bringing himself closer to completion.
patching together, and even now, as I patch myself together, I am still incomplete.
( glaring at him... the hatred behind his eyes is impossible to miss. was he dreaming ? no, not at all. the man he had sought to become stood right in front of him. )