u'r.

Freedom.

I need you to be real

I feel the cold on my feet after stepping on broken glass

I know you've been broken

for a long time ago

Love

Is to collect the pieces 

that you left on the road

I'm broken too

I am a puzzle

... I'm into the water

& floating in the air

I want to cover your spaces with my hands

enter into you

make out the puzzle. M