Farce

Look how suddenly the world you thought to be immutable, is changing. You had definitely taken a back seat during the whole time, but when you decided to give up, you did. It scares me. It scares me, for when I look back, I remember everything that scared me, scarred me. I remember how everything I understood would sum up to be my salvation, my boon, scarred me and left me in pieces. Pieces I couldn't imagine to bring together to construct myself again. I wandered. Hither and thither, hopelessly in the dark, in search of light. Lost, as I was, I wanted the faintest of splinter to bring me back to who I was. As I wandered through the alleys at nightfall, every nook and corner hinted towards me leaving the pieces of the broken me behind. But, I didn't. I held on to them, as tightly as I could, till the pieces weren't left for me to be held. That is when it came to me. Holding onto the pieces made my night longer, and the quest for the splinter in the night that I opted fo