‘Don’t tell me the moon is shining; show me the glint of light on broken glass.’ Anton Chekhov

It’s weird how everything can be going along decent enough

And then

Not like a boom but with dead silence

You just fall apart

Like a single glass into a million shattered pieces

All over the kitchen floor

Bits scattered like broken glass

Shards you can’t see yet but know you’ll be picking up pieces of, even months from now

You wish you could contain the mess

The fall out from this devastation

But there’s no way of stopping it, once it’s lid has popped off

There’s no rhyme or reason

Why this time and not the million times before

Exhausted, all you have the energy to do is to fall into bed

Promising yourself that tomorrow you’ll have the strength to clean the mess

But you wake up the following day

And the shattered glass has multiplied

And it’s more like the disaster of an entire glass building

Completely shattered

The destruction of which

You’ve never seen before

You leave it all there

Too overwhelmed to make a plan of how to clean up

You give up

Not caring of all the ways the sharp tiny pieces will hurt like hell

When you forget they’re there

And walk over them

Again and again

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