The Shards, misplaced.
Another blog, another virtual portal to pour things out... For some intangible reasons, as a result of some silly but serious events, I stand broken and in pain. So here's a blog that I can't resist but keep my fingers sliding over the droplets on my screen just to keep myself stable. Pain, isn't it beautiful. Over the few days, being subjected to pain frequently and fervently made me change my perspective towards it. "It's super pretty and peaceful." I find myself distracted and confused to take the best decision when I'm overjoyed or neutral.But... Pain leaves me with hard yet finite choices to choose from. Though an unrecognisable part of my brain feels the joy for my life being pestled for the purpose of abstraction, most of it feels burdened. Have you ever come across this feeling when your heart is too heavy that you start suffocating and tears roll out without your command yet something feels too hollow? I get it more often than usual
