Cracked Looking Glass

If our eyes are the windows to the soul

Then mine must be as distorted as broken glass

Outsiders looking in catch glimpses of me

Fractured images

Showing nothing of who I was

What I am

Where my journey leads

My eyes are an incomplete mirror

Reflecting who they want to see

Allowing me to fill the gaps

With the pieces of me that I can afford to give away

~Quill

Hello, World!

It’s been too damn long. I’m sorry I haven’t been able to post but I’m back with so much more to say.

Until next time,

Quill x

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