Carry The Glass (2026)

Look at my reflection in it. That’s the past. That’s the version of me who dropped it once. Blood on concrete. A thousand little mirrors laughing up at me.

Maybe your glass is a new relationship. Maybe it’s a startup that hasn't launched. Maybe it’s your sobriety. Carry The Glass

I’ve been carrying this sheet for miles. Past crowds who don't see the edges. Past friends who lean on my shoulder. "Hold this," they say, not knowing I’m already full. Look at my reflection in it

But I picked it up again. Because you don’t get to the other side of the wind by staying seated. Blood on concrete

When that happens, do not kneel in the shards. Get a broom. Clean it up. Order a new pane.

Carry it gently. Carry it with both hands. And if it breaks?