Dust

Sometimes I feel as though I am breaking into a million pieces, all the different parts and pieces of myself shattering and scattering into the wind. It feels as though a single breath can blow me away to a distant place only the stars can see. The days slip through my grasp like sand in an hourglass, my time r u n n i n g o u t . I am glass, so fragile that one touch will fracture all the best parts of me so that all my good qualities are stripped away until I am nothing anymore.