She wanted to be a beautiful piece of your life, the wall or the roof so you can lean on during the sloppy days, hide when the rains are
to tiring.
But she is just a broken piece of brick on your path. Barely
able to take care of herself, lost all the values, forgot all the things she knew,
all the lessons she has learnt. You never asked her anything. You were the whole
before. In piece. She started taking piece by piece from your firm ground. She broke the glass. She was more often falling then getting up. And you have repeated to
yourself that one day she will walk, one day she will stand up. Because you
know her, because you feel her.
Then, your back broke. Your palms are sweaty and her hands
keep slipping. And you do not know what is real anymore, what is true. Do you really
know her? Who is she?
So tired.
