• soul_plucker 9w

    Life a glass

    It seems like we all live inside a glass box, thin and clear, the glass of love and emotions, the glass of feelings and trust,

    but,

    A small throw of stone, and a subtle noise, shatters it all, on the ground it comes, red droplets roll down, where it touches, it leaves us, but under the open sky, the heavy rain, and washes us!

    with time,

    Colour of the blood is diluted, bruises and cuts get cured, and we replace the glass again, with a stronger one, but, the fear, fear that a stone might break it again, remains!
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