by Ioana Moldovan
Deep in the woods and far from the sun, I searched for broken pieces, long-forgotten down the line. Overflowed but empty, hollow trees were passing by, waiting for the sun to light their holes beneath the ground and sky.
Trembling noises restlessness roving like flames in the air, moving around the broken pieces which I left along the way.
None to be seen, and none to be heard, but only broken pieces screaming louder than my raging thoughts.
Little did I know that those broken pieces were never to be found, for they were deeply rooted in the corner of my eyes.