Shattered Pieces of the Veil

November 2, 2015

I see a window of the world

I see myself talking to the people

I see my soul trying to touch the other side

I see my hand trying to shatter the glass

I see shards of the cracked window hurl towards-

I scream and stop trying to reach out through the glass

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