Fragile Things

All your tomorrows 

She seems so cool, so focused, so quiet, 

yet her eyes remain fixed upon the horizon.

You think you know all there is to know 

about her immediately upon meeting her, 

but everything, you think you know, is wrong. 

Passion flows through her like a river of blood.

She only looked away for a moment, 

and the mask slipped, and you fell. 

All your tomorrows start here.

- Fragile Things, written by Neil Gaiman