smessemsee
they told us we went too far.
they told us that our children and grandchildren would learn about this day in their classroom history classes.
they told us we overreacted.
but never again will they tell us we can't.
the way glass reflects once it’s broken and scattered on the floor boards of an old car. it isn’t even yours, nothing ever was. it shines with the ghost of a light you used to know, and the glimmer of a blind future, and you’re hoping that it will keep on shining, but you start to recognize the faded, broken glass under your feet. you open your eyes, in hopes that it was just a dream. “sorry to disappoint, but the world isn’t as bright as it used to be.”