New Glass.
I held everything in my hand once slightly cracked, when I left I dropped it and shattered on the ground with emotions shown in the little glares. I knew then life before has cracked into a million little pieces and got blew away by some unknown force, or place in a cup to maybe piece everything to what it once was. Although I blew kisses to what I knew before, and walked away...
I love what life brings in, and confusion is just another part of the story. Remember never live in regret, take it all in slowly.
I love what life brings in, and confusion is just another part of the story. Remember never live in regret, take it all in slowly.