A world made of glass. Each one of us lives hidden in his own
little world made of glass. The problem with glass is that no matter how
wary we are it breaks easily.
We're like souls made of glass which we entrust in the hands of others.
Will they be watchful?
Giving a battle in this world with one little precious and fragile piece of glass which breaks by the time leaves us wounds. Glass does not hang back and the old cracks still exist.
It will only acquire its primary form if it's heated in the proper temperature.
I wonder, is there anyone in this world who could do that?