Black Heart

Previously

…It was gone, vanished like a dream upon waking. But the warmth lingered, a ghost of its presence. I looked at my scattered reflection, at the broken pieces of myself. And for the first time, I didn’t see an end. I saw a beginning. A new dawn, waiting to break. The pieces were still there, scattered and sharp, but perhaps, just perhaps, they could be gathered. Not to be made whole again, but to be reassembled, a new mosaic, beautiful in its own fractured way. The journey was far from over, but for the first time in a long time, I felt like I was walking forward, not just adrift.