InnerVoice by WittyFeed
Tales To Tell
The beautiful collage on the table of their bedroom fell while they were fighting and was shattered to pieces. She instantly started gathering the glass pieces so that it doesn’t hurt his feet, and he immediately took it from her hand so that it doesn’t hurt her.
They took out the photographer from the rubbles together. Their eyes met and memories flashed.
Broken glasses always doesn’t hurt, they might sometimes heal too.
It is harmful I know, but I am addicted to myself.
I am dependent and fixated on myself.
Because, I crave myself to be better, better than the best.
And, I know the only one who can help me improve is ME.