I hate it when something is undone. When a bond or strength is broken. When it all unwinds. When everything is a splitting braid, and you can see through shadows. When the water nor the mirror transmit a reflection. When the jar is spilled and secrets are revealed. When everyone revolts, goes against the steady heartbeat maintained by precious time. The dreamer stops dreaming. The state of being undone is the state of needing redone.