I look around the room and see shards of glass neatly piled up on the floor. I step forward and my mind wonders, what is the story behind this glass? What has happened to it? I am a dreadfully curious person, and when I don't get an answer, I make up one in mind.
A dapper man in a fancy suit must've been sipping his extravagant dom perignon from this glass, trying to score a deal with the business man in front of him. He looks around the enormous hall and admires the adornments, golden lights hanging from the wall, stunning chandeliers hanging on the wall, and soft classic music playing in the background, and suddenly someone bumps into him and the glass slips from his grip and crashes onto the floor. "Sorry" the man says to no one. Every time that word was spoken from his mouth, it was never meant.
I come back to reality and pick up a piece of the glass and examine it.
Realization hits me like a wild thunderstorm.
These are the pieces of my broken soul, which slipped carelessly from the hands of the world and shattered.
The world has deceived me.
And I fell for it.