I am Lyra, I am a genius, I am insane.
I saw people as glass, created in all shapes and sizes with the ability to survive amazing impacts. I could see through them, and I knew their purpose.
Sometimes people need a neon sign: ‘Handle with care’ over their heads, or people forget we have such fragile hearts.
People need care, one small careless bump could make them spiral down to earth with a show of fine powder. Luckily, there are people to catch them before the fall; a gentle hand to balance them. Support them until they could stand alone again.
I was a glass vase; pretty, put on display on a high mantel. I thought I was tough, bullet proof. Guess I wasn’t.
I am Lyra, Glass can shatter. I fell from a push. No one caught me and I laid in pieces on the ground.
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