Aug 11, 2020
I sat down to write, the world felt heavy upon me, inescapable. I dropped my burden upon the page and my thoughts burst into disjointed sentences. Shattering like glass into a thousand shimmering words each gleaming with a sparkle of truth. It was cathartic, almost violent, and after relief had set in I gazed upon what I had written with new eyes. I examined each broken thought and began piecing the shards together. Slowly began to see myself, my true self. I looked long and hard at my reflection through the cracks hoping to find answers and suddenly it became clear. The reflection wasn't broken, I was.
all_winters_eve · Wed Aug 12, 2020 @ 04:31am · 0 Comments |