Ik ben nieuw hier en heb een klein stukje in elkaar geflatst. Nog nooit iemand een stukje van mijn teksten laten zien, terwijl ik al jaren schrijf om mezelf te troosten in moeilijke tijden. Ik hoop dat het stukje in het juiste subforum is geplaatst en geen bezwaar is dat ik het in het Engels post. Indien dit niet goed is heb ik het ook nog in het Nederlands
Ik sta open voor kritiek, tips, advies alles!! Mocht het in de smaak vallen ben ik bereid om de rest van het verhaal hier ook te posten. Let me know!My perfect safe life...at least it was, or it never was.. I don't know anymore! There were times that I felt better and I thought I was happy. Never thinking about the meaning of happiness. Was I really happy? Yes I was, until it all fell apart.. On the floor right in front of me.
My pretty mirror is broken en smashed on the floor.. Every piece has his own size and look but yet they're all a part of me. Behind every little piece there's a story that is a part of my life, whether I like it or not, they belong to me. It's up to me now to decide, do I wanna pick up all the pieces? Or should I just let the pieces that cost me the pain, lay there on the cold floor. At least I should throw them away by the garbage.
In the middle of all pieces, there is this one piece, just a bit bigger then the rest. That one belongs to my worst nightmare ever. My stupid, stupid, stupid mistake.. Or was it really my fault? Well.. it was the reason why my mirror felt down on the floor.. It just cracked right in the middle and made such a mess on the floor..
I think it's time to tell you now, that this mirror is only a metaphor of the position my shitty life at the moment. Rule number one in life if you want to be successful; don’t you never ever ever let a man come into your hear. It will ruin everything you have built.. So before you fly away with your pretty pink cloud, take the time to read this.. and think again before you step into the journey of love..
