The thoughts of a twenty one year old insane girl as she battles against angst, overeating, waking up in time for class, and staring too long at the sun.
Monday, August 30, 2010
Shatter.
Bittersweet memories of broken glass.
the shards crushed under our hurried feet.
Whispering cracks that shed the wind between them.
and the sadness of a lost comfort sphere, caked in red.
and yet sometimes the shattered glass sparkles brilliantly in the sun when you look at it from different angles....
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