hi everyone! :)
so I sometimes write stream of consciousness poetry-ish prose when I'm trying to figure out exactly what I'm feeling, and i really think it helps me find a greater awareness of myself. So here's one of them:
when we ended, it was like breaking a glass.
smashed on the floor, the glittering shards are easy to see
seem easy to pick up
but as time goes by, the job gets harder
the pieces get smaller, til
there's only crystal dust.
in your eyes,
on your hands,
under your nails,
inside your skin.
and you can't clean it off.
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