It's breaking.
I hear its pieces scattering across the floor.
I have no slippers.
Barefoot I walk across the glass pieces.
I am bleeding.
Time is smudging into one another and it has become a year now.
I am still bleeding.
I am still walking on glass pieces.
This time, there is more, however.
They are sharper but much more smaller and so you never know where it is.
And I think that is what evil is.
Subtly sitting there, waiting for you to make a mistake and step on the glass shard that will ***** your skin and make you bleed.
I was not aware the pain would be this severe. Something so trivial shouldn't hurt so much, should it?
But then it is not trivial. At least not to me.
It is much more. Much more. So much more.
But it looks so tiny compared to everything else I've been through.
That is why I do not get why I am so affected at something so little when I have experienced much worse.
The skies are getting darker. I can hear wolves howling and it is so solemn.
I think it senses my mood. I could only wish it is sympathising with me and singing me a tune.
m.j.