Meh.

Why do things that are broken always pour out?
The pressure of contents seeking release.
This spilling response of something needing to go somewhere.
Only so much of little particles built up, can be contained behind cracked parts.

Glue, hold together, glue again.
Sit and stare at the parts.
They fit together don't they?
Not anymore. Not to me.
Missing pieces.
The fear of an eternal leak.

This gravity pushing, pulling.
Evaporation spreads it out.
Makes room for tomorrow.

Do not worry about tomorrow.
Each day has enough trouble of its own.