That piece of ice
was grinded,
crushed,
shaved,
and drowned
into that unknown liquid substance.
All that he owned, he had to let go
and give it all to the great big unknown.
And so he melted within the unknown.
It was the worst of all he felt,
and despite being crushed,
shaved,
grinded,
and being drowned
all at the same time.
He would have preferred something faster and easier.
And so he melts in his own despair, within the great big unknown.
What now?
Nothing.
So the words
“Was it epic for you at all or just a memory, a moment or nothing at all?”
and a woman singing
“my heart breaks in a heartbeat, and you storm me when you come and go. The taste of something sweet should have warned me about the undertow”
kept ringing and singing in his head.
Oh how he continued melting in this ultimate despair.
There was no hope for him to look forward to a better tomorrow.
Yet a much pitiful story is that this story repeats itself,
as many blocks are created
continually.
©MBBC2012