Beauty Seen is Never Lost

Everyone wondered, why she stacked her walls with those jars. Everywhere, cramped in corners, one over the other; placed so neatly and carefully, as if their well-being was the ultimate priority. Bottom upon lid, and lid upon bottom. But they were empty, and that void inside sparkled as it reflected the billion other voids nearby. Why was she savoring that emptiness? Had she embraced that reality yet, and surrounded her self with it? or had she been consumed by that insanity everyone feared? Only she knew , the untold stories and moments, trapped inside those jars.

Posted by Diddlina at 1:42 PM