Colony of Doubt How can elation and pleasure morph so quickly into doubt and self-flagellation? How does a bright day filled with the promise of beauty dissolve into ugliness? I am fragile and built of hopes and dreams. Just like you. Falling Apart by Monika Serkowska Share this: Click to share on X (Opens in new window) X Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window) LinkedIn Like Loading...