Altered.

...and out from my fumbling fingers slips the unfilled jar I've been holding onto all my life. Crashing open, it releases all I've ever known onto the dirty floor, mixing with salt and blades of grass and yesterday's rice. I want more than anything to sweep it up with my shaking arms, but I know that I can never separate out the dirt or put it all back into my shattered jar. For as fire forever alters what's been burned, so changed are all my realities when faced with the idea of You.