• chirasree11 23w

    I carried along the broken pieces of my shattered glassed console.I breathed in the pricking bittersweet damaged reality , I wasn't too convinced that it wasn't mine. I went on knocking the door until one day the door was left open, the house emptied. I perhaps knew it wasn't my way to be. It grew in me a lot of crumbling pain but I was frozen with a smile. A lot of times when tears dry up, the heart doesn't know to interpret the emotion within, perhaps a smile freeze in search of some comforting expression of an unrealistic truth slowly settling in deep.