“If I am a sword, I am a sword made of glass, and I feel myself beginning to shatter.” – Victoria Aveyard.
You know when you finish a book you really enjoyed and you just have no thoughts? It’s like you’re frozen in place watching that final scene in the book and you don’t know how to move on from it. That’s how I feel right now. I don’t know what to say, where to start, my thoughts are a jumbled mess and I don’t know which string of thoughts to pick out as they’re floating away too fast and I’m still trying to process everything that happened. However at the same time, it’s as if my brain is empty because the thoughts are fleeing so fast. Does that make any sense? Probably not.