Sometime life feels like you are a icicle.
So solid and sturdy yet so fragile and breakable.
One minute you feel like you can see what is in front of you for quite a long time… the next second- you’re broken and plummeting in a downward spiral not knowing what is going to happen next.
Will you land in soft snow and transform into something new, or will you hurtle to the ground, shattering into millions of tiny pieces?
Are those of us with broken minds simply icicles hanging on for dear life… hanging on for dear life, hoping we can stay strong enough to let go when we are ready and have a soft, safe landing into the unknown?