Clay Statues

you almost seem / like your teardrops are your / sympathies / and you cry over all your broken dreams / but they suddenly it's day.

you almost seem
like your teardrops are your
sympathies
and you cry over all your
broken dreams
but then suddenly it's day.

and I understand;
I can compare
and rate and fave and rehabilitate,
because all we are is who we make
ourselves to be.

but the past is just
a crying shame
but I won't blame
it all on you
(just on me).

there's a scientist in me
and I will uncover under microscopes
these antibodies
and discover if they're viruses or not
(because if they are, it's quite a shame)
but cells remain and I'll have learned
better anyway.

Author's Note

bits and pieces. funny how I used to be a puzzle for so long, and now I love solving other puzzles. I think that's why I'm really going to like being a forensic scientist- I like mysteries. always have, and I think I always will.
facts are hard to find and comprehend, though.
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