Like shards of broken glass they glisten up at you.
Giving you glimpses of the whole but never showing you the full picture.
When you reach down to grasp one they cut you.
You cry out in pain, bleed, and then get mad.
You stomp on the shards breaking them into smaller pieces.
You feel better, you hurt them like they hurt you.
The feeling fades and you feel numb.
You look at the mess you have made and feel bad.
The memories are now dust, glistening innocently up at you.
Then you cry.
