The delicate balance we walk through life, and then a shattering of the soul.
The heart was severed, ripped in two and the glass is shattered beyond repair.
There are not enough flowers to fix the unprovoked and the unnecessary and the recycled. As if waiting to unleash so they could exhale - get high from it - even though...
The universe shifted, there is a crack in the foundation, and nothing can fix it.
Too much broken glass in the daisies.