A Breakdown

The sound was not one heard around the world, or even within their own building, but only in the welling tears that pooled beneath their eyes. The final couple blows to a fractured soul, now laying in pieces across the fabric of time and space.

Small pieces, from similar feelings as a teenager, dust over North Carolina, circa 2009, like a fresh dew. Others were found scattered across King County - a trail of love and loss; lust and yearning. Some found in a tiny town in upstate New York, where if one goes to find themselves then they are only doomed to lose themselves further. All glimmering like gems in a riverbed of sorrow.

With an aerial view, the pieces could be mapped like the stars. Though, it wouldn't take a fortune teller to read that palm, nor a deck of cards to predict what was next to come. It could easily be seen in the glossed over eyes, the husk of flesh and blood. All that was left was the shell of a human, strong for everyone but themselves.