Shards of glass at my feet cut through my feed and create feuds of the heart and mind.
I remember the last time I smiled. At the time of composure, I cry. Maybe in another life, things wouldn’t be so tough? Perhaps friendships would mean what they do on the tin?
I get it; I do. To flow nicely in this world, my mind needs to be shut down. Only I respect my thoughts more than my sanity.
From the moment I understood my plight until this arduous second – I understand I walk alone to a destination unknown.