Luminescent

I forgot your life was golden, broken sparkles, that somehow, despite all odds come together, perfectly luminescent. That they shine like broken glass in the midday sun, shattered yet, absolutely mystifying. The example of something so fragile, yet utterly strong, so delicate, yet terrifically dangerous. You, piece it back together, your little life. Yes, there will be glue, or plaster, or strands of hair, or sand...extra sand, but the finished piece, it will be whole. It will be whole again, except... exactly how you want it. Luminescent.