a voice that once guided me through dark alleys and along the sidelines of haunting dreams is now simply an echo of a once uplifting presence. now, there is nothing. nothing to fill the void left by a swift departure.
and within moments like a vase falling from shock-induced hands, i make my slow and steady approach to the tile floor.
blasting into an unfathomable amount of tiny pieces, i litter the kitchen floor. trinkets that once composed a human being full of ideas, life, and most of all beauty. however, now I am nothing more than shards with various vague emotions scribbled in sharpie.