Light enters in a Crack and leave when, it shatters everything. Like stiletto to your numb self. That’s how we all are, somewhat and somehow Broken. Like pieces of mud in a chaos to touch glass and become one. What we all forget is, to become glass you would lose your touch.

Soul will sting, crack will echo, heart will ache. You can’t run, you can’t.

You are on a wreck ship, with broken bottles and shattered dreams.

You broke up, you mend up and you stand high but it’s not you that comes out of the light. The crack leaves you open wide, and you just can’t collect your lost self ever again. That’s the curse light leaves behind.