Sunday, 13 January 2013

Walking on broken glass

The view outside my window
I stood at the window, staring
Strains of music wafted into my ears from the distance
Suddenly I just had to do it.
So I did.
I dropped the glass
It shattered with the tinkle of a million bells
Pleasant, unlike the clang of metal
And I put my bare feet on it.
An instant of pleasure followed by the prick of many needles.
Breaking rules is like walking on broken glass.

P.S: the title to this post is borrowed from Annie Lennox's song of the same name.