• Ibegan to crack into pieces.
    I had to try everything possible to repair myself.
    Tapeing the cracks was a fail and nothing else seemed to be a success.
    I had to face the fact that my life was ending.
    Slowly and painfully, it was ending.

    I kept staring at nothing, waiting for my life to just fall into a pile of glass but nothing ever seemed to happen.
    Just more and more cracks came upon me and into view.
    Slowly and willingly my eyes fell shut and never opened again.

    All sights, sounds, smells were fading.
    Nothing left of me.
    The blackness on my eyelids kept getting darker and darker.
    Sound, sights everything became mute.
    Nothing. Nothing...Nothing.