I lay on the floor, carpet soft against my bare skin, staring blankly ahead.
Light pours in from outside, illuminating the dark apartment. Tiny shards of glass lay sprawled across the floor, sparkling like stars in the midnight sky. Beauty coming from utter chaos.
The strength and rage needed to make such minuscule pieces from such thick glass is almost as impressive as it is terrifying.
I am covered in glass and so are you.
Was it worth it, that small moment of satisfaction?
I did nothing to deserve this rage. All I ever wanted was to silence those voices in your head. They scream so loud that I can almost hear them when you look at me.
I can’t stop them though. So instead I lay. And I try to make something beautiful from the broken.
~l m d