[Romance and Cigarettes]: 486.Broken

I think they call it a broken home because of whats broken within. Our hearts are like a shattered mirror, each shard of glass reflected into these priceless eyes of the world, we discover a story. A memory. Like looking into the mirror and you see somebody looking right back at you. The painful stares, tears flowing like a gentle kiss on your cheek. Yet, in this mirror, staring back at you, is a girl - a shadow from the past. Glacial expressions, her heart pumping with stories to tell. Shes in your mind and sharing her memories of her childhood. A forgotten memory, a girl, interrupted within herself. Or maybe, it was just me,..in that reflection..