Literature
The Regrets of my Choices
I was walking, but that was all I could feel. It was like the entire world had fallen silent for me, like nothing from the outside was reaching me, as if I had turned a hollow vessel and sound would simply pass though me like air. Unfortunately though, I wasn’t completely deaf…I could still feel it…hear it…
Voices…
There were voices rushing through my hollow chest, voices that had been heard sometime through my long life onto this world; my world that now had crumbled into thousands of pieces before my feet, like the pieces of a shattered mirror but even the most tiny piece of glass can be sharp and can hurt you&