Trapped in time

“My reality resembles a broken vase-no matter how well glued, the crack will always be visible; and all the flowers put in that vase, no matter how pretty, will die because the water will leak through the crack. The vase is broken beyond repair.”

I found this text while cleaning my mail inbox-a draft entry I sent to myself and forgot about it. The trouble is it is dated from over a year ago but it sounds as if it was written yesterday…or 10 years ago.