Flawlessly and forever turning, the world seems perfect—solid, secure, and wholesome with no questions concerning this seemingly secure reality. No such thought even dares exist. The glass is sturdy, transparent, and timeless; unbroken.
Suddenly, shards scatter with a sound so deafening, making time stand still; yet, pass away more quickly than light. Thoughts then pour through the creases with suffocating questions, scrambling to fit the pieces back together.
When glass breaks, it shatters; leaving odd numbers of insecurity, and two attempting to hold the edges together—both bleeding with grief. The world has not broken—it has shattered. Now, where to begin the mending?
Still, none can be forgotten—not the peace nor the sound. Because, when the glass breaks, it shatters—changing time forever…