Crumbling

 

The Air that blows everywhere. The light we get after every darkness. While we have light there are place that are presently in darkness, and when we are in the darkness time there are place that have a light.

 The same light and the same darkness can both both be happiness and sadness. The sun that give light and grows plant can be the reason that burns the grown the darkness where the stars are sparkling can also be the moment where one get lost and not find a way back.

So just as that the word you think are fine and just a joke can cut so deep or can be a thorn stuck in the skin of a person that can never be removed. These words that have hurt a person are always from the loved ones and the one that are cared most by it and that hurt more.

Listen to your own words, look at where you place your hand. Think about what your words actually mean. The look you give. 

Just a simple task and words that seemed so little and hurtless. No those are the scars that keep on throbbing inside. One simple sorry are not able to fix. reply It's Okay and "see they are fine" NO what do you mean have you have no heart.

The gloomy day in the lonely dark space the words and heartful action came crawling eating them up, crushing them alive that not a think can reminds them of happiness where there seemed no a single ray of light can enter. 

Crumbling down piece by piece that can never be mend again. That even the hard put together figure can never be as smooth as it was before. Where the only comfort is in the darkness where the crack scar cannot be seen.