I am brokenness, I am the dust of a dream long gone. Nothing more then a mosaic of scars and wounds. Pain seeping through and dripping to the waiting earth below.

Like a ghost I feel life go through me, never able to grasp what is real. Seeking to know the joy of smiles surrounding me I am only left with the hallowed darkness within.

The seams are failing as the seething despair pushes against the confines of the flimsy walls. Brittle imagery dances about moments from a splintering demise. The darkness within relishes in the broken pieces as they flutter to the ground. The porcelain dust mixes with my tears on the cold lifeless ground