Get used to being carried everywhere. Sunlight and rain are both your companions. Sometimes you'll be forgotten. Sometimes you'll become the one everyone desperately needs. Whatever your color, whatever your shape, as long as you can stand between the sky and someone's head, you won't be thrown away. That is how people decide who is useful and who is not. I hope someone always holds you close, and that the wind never steals you away. Because then, you'll return to being broken, and alone.