Fragmented Identity
Reflection
In the mosaic of self, a face emerges, pieced together from shards of experience and memory.
Eyes that hold a thousand stories, a gaze that pierces through the veil of the mundane.
The fragmented form, a reflection of the disjointed journey we all undertake, searching for wholeness in a world of disparate pieces.
And yet, in the beauty of the broken, we find a truth that is both haunting and liberating.
For in the spaces between the fragments, lies the possibility of rebirth, of reassembly, of becoming more than the sum of our parts.