#morningcommute

Sitting on the bus, headed towards the city of Novi Sad in Serbia, the world outside was just being born. It was a chilly morning and the first signs of day were already starting. Some people had already

rubbish splintered & discarded under pressure i break my usefulness is over my fragility is scorned reflections are warped within me a broken tool has no place in the work a shattered thing won’t mend