So I broke the glass.
Why did I spend so many years in a room full of people who didn’t understand me, they may have claimed to love me but never could show it.
No alignment whatsoever, it was sad to see such unfit relationships ….
people draining each other in more ways than one, the confinement of a place, and a friendship, the likeness that everyone was suffering the same, the misery in the company of people who thought they didn’t fit it, who didn’t realize that it was a connection they were searching for in joy and not in disparity.
The darkness hiding in plain sight was rampant no rapport no soul connections only control being passed back and forth, a glass cage holding a piece of you …. yet no mirror to reflect the love you were giving others.
Truly a dark place, break the glass, the class is not your own, you are an individual and that is not something that defines your character… though at times …. depending on where you start, the rose tint may even cloud your whole vision, of reality… of the real world and the people in it.
So.. break the glass ceiling. Not with your hands but with your heart, it’s speaking to you, so listen or your heart may break instead.
Break the glass and free yourself.