I had found my balance on the tightrope, the occasional wind would pass and I would teter but had rooted my feet.
that was... until one particular wind. It blew and it rained. The storm unloading all my own fears at me until...
until the clouds broke and I realized I was still on the rope, feeling somewhat lighter.
Not lighter, emptier.
I looked around frantically trying to see where everything else had ended up. And that's when I saw it.
There, on the ground, smashed into a million pieces, was my heart.
It was coated in grey and reeked of utter despair. It was shattered, and with it, all my dreams.
My hopes has been ripped from my chest snd stomped on until I was nothing but a shell on a rope.
Nothing more, nothing less
