People keep their distance, I am not distant. I only take time away to recover from the shards of glass that always seem to linger in my wrists. Ones I never put there. It’s a metaphorical thing of the past, mixed with present marshmallows that fluff over the false you see. Never let the world make you quit. It isn’t worth what it sees. What do you envision?
~Angela K. Crandall~