Everyone of us is broken in one way or the other. We just find a way, a thing or a person that glues us together. And sometimes, we don’t even find that so we learn to live with our broken parts and wait for that day when they will stop hurting. ~ A. Gupta
Violet
“You look angry.” Daisy chirped as she looked at the black canvas in front of me that was white when I had begun. I didn’t reply as I picked up the small glass with red paint in it and poured it from the top. “You want to share?” She asked as she filled more red when my bottle was empty.
I shook my head. She sighed, grabbed my shoulders and turned me around so I faced her. “What is it?” She demanded. And before I could’ve shut down at her harsh demand, she said, “We have been friends for a long time now, and I think by now you
