It's so.. strange. I feel numb, and hopeful at the same time - and yet torn. Torn in so many pieces that I am irreplaceable, a work of art that is shredded like glitter that is discarded to the floor on New Year's, never to be bothered with again. Something to be swept away as morning's light crept in, covering the shadows in its comforting warmth as the peaceful, painful night is fading away. My peace is disrupted by the chaos that tears through my frail, fragile body like ever so much lightning, shards of glass and tears spreading through me like fire as I fall to the floor, screaming in agony and yet making no sound.