This is not going to make sense.

pieces, fragments, broken, whole
rhythm, tandem, pull, snap
severed, tethered, here and there
fired, weathered, wired, molded

There's a big house. You can see from the window that looks out to the road. It's a big house with a big door in a big plot. There are two cars, one is white. "I want a house like that".

There's a painting, a work of art. There's blue and yellow on a white canvas. It's a work of art. It's a nice painting.

White and black. Chocolate from cocoa pods. Peas in a pod. Peaches.

It was just a dream. He opens his eyes to the familiar scene of his room. There's a stench, a familiar stench. There's light filtering through the only window, illuminating the obstacle course of things not in their place. At least the sheets are clean. It was just a dream but the pain is back. The doctors did a good job so it's hard to tell, but every now and then like an echo the pain comes back and then it's gone, like a dream. Only, it was not a dream, he was there. He went back to when it happened. He went there again and felt his skin being ripped up, he was lucky to be alive but don't talk to him about luck. "There's no such thing as luck" he would say. Ruby still checks in on him, to make sure he's OK. It's not enough for her to save a life. She's one of the rare ones, the last of her kind. "She's a gem" he'd say, but only to himself.

-ONWARD!