Sometimes . . .

Sometimes you don't realize how fragile things are until they break so you end up wandering through life with delicate footsteps. You regret the past and try not to sacrifice the future but unfortunately you have already slipped on the ice and slowly begin to fall. You brace yourself for sudden impact not knowing which way you'll land. With no longer a cushion beneath you, you accept the inevitable.

You can no longer hide from your reflection. You can no longer whisper without screaming and ultimately you have become your own enemy. You don't seem to suffer the consequence because emotion has escaped you. You must live with your demons even if you don't want to.