28/02/13 There's no escape now, nowhere safe to turn. It's ripped away again, disappearing once more. Nothing good will last, it never has so far. Once again all alone, trapped within pain.
We're nothing more than cracks, hidden on some walls. Walls in a worn down place, ready to be demolished. The building broken far beyond repair. The cracks don't matter, they're in a ruin anyhow. They're not important to anyone going by. Nobody will be there, nobody cares what happens. The cracks will sit there all alone waiting for the inevitable. Soon they won't exist anymore, when the building is torn down. They'll end right at that moment as tiny dust on the ground.