Sand

(taken from my private blog)

On sadness:

Do sad people say “I’m fine” because they’ve been broken too many times and became as fine as sand?

Funny because it’s easier to say you’re broken when it’s a clean break– just two fragments not together. But when you’ve been broken for billions of times, you probably have no idea where and how to start telling someone else that you’re broken.

Do you know how sand becomes glass? It goes through such high pressure. Are you willing to go through more to become whole again?

I wonder, how sand are you?

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