Fragile

The nostalgia of a plastic blue razor tap-tapping against the sink.

The galaxy of dust a broom ignites, a Cosmic reminiscence.

The moment you touch your nose, and realize how very, very fragile you are.

Vulnerability is a prerequisite of love, even from the person in the mirror.

7BE12655-B82E-44C9-8D65-981DAC8D1091.jpeg

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s