They say life breaks you. And that you have to pick up the pieces, and walk on. And all that.
What happens when life not only breaks you - but grinds you down? No pieces to pick up really, when you're ground into powder.
But then, there comes along a magician. And he looks at the sand. And says, hmm.
Sand becomes glass, you know.
A new form. The same sand, transformed.
1 comment:
Wonderful piece of writing.
I know credit's due to the emotion that brought it about but after a while, it's only the words that remain. Kind of like the way it's only the glass that remains forever, whether the magician's still around or not.
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