Are We Just Wood Pieces?

Contentment will find us.

     Taking a breath. You smell peace. Now if it's the smell of autumn air, summer air, spring air, winter air, or something non seasonal like a certain food or plant or even person  it's up to you.  Definitively, you've cried a lot. Thousands of tears. Like people do. They watered you though, and not in a cliche or inspirational facebook post way, they just fed and carved at your soul. Like you're this imperfect carving an apprentice carpenter is making. He knows he shouldn't but when he messes up and carves too big of a piece away from you ,he uses some glue and wood shavings to patch it back up. Maybe it takes a while. Maybe he's feeling to guilty, about messing up his art then using a cheat to fix it. So he might not for a while, he might hide you in a closet to avoid you, but he'll eventually come around and fix you up again. Slowly working, going through the ups and downs with you. You'll end up beautiful in the end, not perfect, but not ruined. Life will become content even if it's for a moment. So breathe that air and don't worry for when it'll leave.