Like a locked door. I have secrets. Pain. I keep it all inside. Hidden. Locked in a room. I don't let anyone see the things I don't want them to see. I don't let them see what's left of me. What's left of my heart. What's left of my strength. Just how broken I am and have been. On rare occasions I will meet someone and I will decide to unlock the door and let them walk through. Let them take a look and see what's inside. What do you see? What if you don't see anything? What if that room just so happens to be dark. No light. You see nothing. You see emptiness. Loneliness....numb. And what if there is a lit candle. A match. A little flame that lights up a space in the room. You see more. You can see what is there and it's not as dark anymore. You'll hear the broken voice say "please don't put it out"...one gust of wind and you fall right back into the darkness. More to put in that room. Another lock on the door. Another piece of you gone.
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Stained Glass
Short Storydifferent colors of glass that captures different moments in time...can cut you deeply but when put together, it makes a beautiful outcome
