People are better if they fall in pieces.

As you know I prefer black humor, here is the reason for the title, but it is not a random choice.
Why do I say people are better broken up?
This title has multiple meanings.
The first is that people in pieces are better for me.
No, I do not say that because I'm crazy about sadism, I simply find that people in pieces are more real than those in one piece.
More fragile perhaps, more sad, dark, strange but more real.
People in pieces have eyes that speak of many things, they are never silent even with their mouths closed.
Those scattered pieces scream.
They hold the soul with their teeth but hold it tightly.
People in pieces know what piece of them they hold on to not completely disappear.
And then people are broken up, right?
I do not like whole things, I have pieces everywhere, pieces of heart, bits of soul left on a summer lawn or in someone's pockets.
Who knows maybe inattentive took the pieces and threw them, some are really small.
I have pieces of me in the morning air, in the smell of coffee, abandoned in some hurried embrace at the dawn lights.
Then there are people who have beautiful pieces and I do not speak only of eyes that enchant and powerful arms.
There are those who have pieces of unique goodness, pieces of beauty hidden in a shy smile, pieces of love in small and tired breasts.
Then there are the pieces of ... but that's another story.

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