So truly would I smother you.

I have blushed, broken it many times.

I find pieces of myself everywhere, and I cut myself handling them. I am glass lady, but there is no light in me that can shine across anywhere. I shall lead no one home, save no lives, not even my own. And now, feeling or not able to is no longer a means anymore.

When you and I came away, I was heavier and softer than I thought, and I knew you were made of water, just like me. And I knew another puddle of it would claim you back again – your heart was never mine to claim. Neat. You are doing well. Not too bad. At least you are making yourself at home because I love you ? Well I am easy; you can find me everywhere; I am lying all over the place at different times of the day – reflections in different dimensions. Sometimes I find myself on you too. As for me, there’s nothing about at home I look for. So don’t try looking up for me. Not even.

Or otherwise. Keep safe.