Listening to Shattered by trading yesterday.... I stared into the glittering shattered pieces of the mirror that once hung on my wall. As I stared into those shattered pieces, I saw different faces. They all ranged from smiling, crying, being angry, to laughing, and then there was a child version of my face. But these shattered pieces did not catch my interest. What did catch my interest was a darkened piece. When I stared into it, blues eyes met gold. The eyes were beautiful, but they held a certain glint in them. A shiver went down my spine as I could feel just what exactly the look was. A familiar grin split my lips as I gripped the piece so hard that blood spilled. I t was invigorating. It made me feel alive. I rose up from my shattered prison and made my way outside. I let out a laugh that was filled with freedom and satisfaction. And from that very moment, I learned something very important. Just because something is shattered, it doesnt always mean that it is the end for you. It could just be the beginning fore you.
Posted on: Tue, 15 Jul 2014 09:26:37 +0000
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