shards

i look out at the past in the present

i see the pictures broken into shards some lost and thats the good ones

others stuck in someones foot and it makes me feel bad cause i broke it.

one cannot stand and i know its my fault.

one cannot stay, theres too many shards, and i know its my fault.

theres a place where no pictures has been taken yet....

no pieces, no shards, and if i never find it i know it will be my fault....