Fractures

The mirror breaks into possibility— each shard reflecting a different version of the same room, the same light.

You cannot unbreak glass, only learn what it shows you whole, only gather the evidence of shattering.

In the space between pieces, light gathers like water, accumulates like prayer.

A fault line is not weakness but the place where the earth speaks its true name.

What breaks open sometimes holds more light than what was never touched.