Some relationships are like a broken wine glass, once shattered it should have remained shattered. The efforts of trying to piece it together is both arduous and tedious. Along the way, these hands will be scratched and from the opening wounds they bleed, staining all possibilities and testing patience. I watched the glass manifested to its glory days, but somehow, when the sunlight shines through it, the cracks are still visible on the body, which reminded me of present's remnants and what would be--a future's past.
Cherio,
Vonnie S.
Credit goes to Raingarden (c) Glass: Friendship
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