Time
A piece of glass was sprinkled inside me.
It rolls from head to chest, inflicting sharp wounds. Time is just sitting on the sidelines quietly. But they say the shards of glass with missing edges were jewels, a good experience, and time was medicine.
And then I touch my calluses and just smile.
© Mini_Y
It rolls from head to chest, inflicting sharp wounds. Time is just sitting on the sidelines quietly. But they say the shards of glass with missing edges were jewels, a good experience, and time was medicine.
And then I touch my calluses and just smile.
© Mini_Y