Losing my marbles
I cup the marbles in my hand, twirling them around my fingers, clinking them together in my palm. As I cradle them, the light caresses their smooth edges, warming their glassy centres and splintering through; a million vibrant pinpricks patterning my palm with rainbow hues. They are slippery, elusive. I try to hold onto them, but they evade me— slinking through my grip and falling from my fingertips: down... down... down... They hit the floor with a resounding chink, bouncing in all directions as they scatter before rolling away into cracks and crevices where they will never be seen again. And so I watch as every piece of control I once had escapes me, slipping through my fingers and leaving me behind.
This really does make my post funnier, thank you so much for sending me this 😭🖤 ily
Beautiful, metaphorical and just pretty!
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