Everyone will break.
Everything.
The sky.
Even the masks, as the shards whisper, cracking off; perfect contours of the lies we've lead ourselves to believe, and they shatter, explode to nothing.
They break.
And everyone surfaces, because it's only a matter of time before these bitter truths clog our throats, willing us to gasp for any sliver of reality that our existence has to offer.
Had to offer.
Because we've broken.
YOU ARE READING
Unturned stones
RastgeleI speak for those who can't, won't, shouldn't, etc. I also speak for myself. Because why the heck not?
