Broken glasses at an events center
Last year, I lost my glasses at a concert.
Someone pushed me in the mosh pit and they flew away. I watched them get stepped on while I listened to the first song.
I couldn’t see a thing, but I could hear them play my favorite songs from outside the venue. I couldn’t see through the tears, I thought I might drown from them.
I tried my hardest to convince myself that I saw an opening band that I liked, that it was worth it. But I cried in the car until the concert was over.
My friend came back with broken glasses that weren’t mine.
I guess I wasn’t the only one, and that made me smile. But they probably stayed.
They could see, because I kept my tears to myself. Continue reading “Reasons for the Pit in My Stomach by Zoe Hanna”