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: Share on X (Opens in new window) X Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window) LinkedIn Like Loading...