my face found my hands, my hands found my feet. i sat curled in a fetus position in utter dismay willing the minutes by with hopelessness. the melodic chime of the water dribbling from the faucet into a steaming bath mocked the bitter cloud that enveloped my entirety.
why?! i whispered with such a force that i could feel the blood vessels in my eyes bulge. my hands displayed before me crooked with emotion, like two dried flowers drained of their innocence still reaching up for what little nourishment left they could absorb from the sun.
the tiled flooring took from me.
the tiled floor....
*sigh*
...broke my bowl.
why?! i whispered with such a force that i could feel the blood vessels in my eyes bulge. my hands displayed before me crooked with emotion, like two dried flowers drained of their innocence still reaching up for what little nourishment left they could absorb from the sun.
the tiled flooring took from me.
the tiled floor....
*sigh*
...broke my bowl.
