Windshield

We are a windshield.

                                         Cracking

                                         Breaking

                                  Barely holding on

  Yet we hold on. Why do we hold on? Is it because we think there is light at the end of the tunnel? A rainbow of happiness? That’s how we waste our life. Thinking there is something that will someday come. There is nothing. And when we realize that, we will finally fall.

                                          Into the 

                                              Little

                                                Tiny

                                                  Shards

                                That make up our windshield.