It was a home built with shards of broken mirrors. You would always bleed inside it every time you leaned upon a wall. And as soon as your blood got smeared onto that wall, it would disappear. For every drop of your blood that was salvaged by those walls, you would see a reflection of someone who had made you arrive in that home or the reflection of someone who would save you from that home. You would always exist there, bleeding and watching reflections. Without knowing whether you saw someone who destroyed you or someone who would save you. ©Akshay Vasu Home made with shards of mirror #akshayvasu #mirror #reflections #home
