little musings

I sit here so badly wanting to write, to allow the words to flow, taking with them all that filled up the space between all the walls. For if a beautiful stained glass life was shattered by a hammer, that life transformed into sharp pieces of glass which always cut from below. So badly tried to be buried, so badly tried to be forgotten by one have stuck themselves so deeply into the foot of the other. Not because of what they represent or how they were created from something so great, but for the fact the their existence was ignored, cleanup refused and denied. Now they tear through all remaining shreds of respect, for the mere fact the one tried to deny and ignore.