That room looks all white even the floor is black. It is white as life and black as our mistakes. Even i called these mistakes black, they are also important because we learn from them how to make them “white” again. This big glass in my hands is as “invisible” as life. This is the glass of MY life. I hold it for some minutes but a sweet voice makes me let it on a “table” that in fact doesn’t exist. Running to find this voice’s source the glass brakes and now it’s on the BLACK floor.Noooooo!!!! It’s seprate on many trinket broken peaces and I’m not sure If I can fix them up. On this peace here is my family, on these are my friends, there’s my school,at those peaces there are my dreams, but……..they should be at ONE peace. I just try to fix them but NO, it’s impossible . It’s very hurtful when I see my life broken in front of my eyes and I can’t do anything.But,Whose voice made me “brake” my life?