Memories fade

Submitted by EEA on Wed, 10/21/2015 - 18:10

I looked at myself in the mirror and see what. See myself getting old, see myself young, no instead all there is is is a broken glass spread over the floor. Sometimes I step into these pieces of shards. My feet bleed, it is sometimes the only way for me to know that I exist. I pick one of the shards and see myself in it, but I don't see what I like. Sometimes as I looked at the shard I can begin to remember, to remember those forgotten memories who have faded long ago.....