DISCO BALL The first ever disco ball was smooth. It was a while before they realised many tiles made sparkles move. A while before they saw the beauty of this art came from myriad broken parts. I believe this same theory applies to you and me... The crystal splendour of our beauty grows when cracked and thus set free. It is not your perfect outline that this world acutely needs. It is your countless fallen pieces that you gathered on your knees. When glued together you shine everywhere, relecting endlessly. You don't attract what you want, my love you attract what you are - stop chasing poised perfection you are the chaos of the stars and sunlight seeks your many scars. A disco ball of boundless light your brilliance stretches far.