3 October 2012
...and it is one of those days when your memory shimmers in my head, the way sunlight shimmers on water. It is one of those days I find myself feeling broken , like those dolls I used to collect when I was younger. The porcelain ones with the long golden curls and the big eyes made of glass. Like your eyes - empty, as if made out of melted marbles - when you said you were in love with someone new. Back when my heart smashed into a thousand pieces, the day the me who used to smile every day died...
One Of Those Days • Opuss № I