Fragment

I am in desperate need of an explaination I cannot solemnly provide. Life has denounced my soul a second time. I walk on abandoned fragments of once was whole, and still do I strengthen my will by carrying on and continue to only intensify the rippling affect that of my feet have brought.

Cracks that lie within the earth, are of my own mistakes. And of these cracks, I am torn apart. However, I am left with space to enrich and build onto; leaving help to discover what is deep down inside my fiery heart. To those who remain too close and endanger themselves, are splashed with molten emotion, and left to crackle into despair. Within the dead space between the enchanting nature of the world and the sheltered world of mine, there consists no obstacles as there are all obstacles. But only does the recognizing of yourself uplift when you are forced to reconcile with yourself. Our faces reflect from the presence of water, but only is my reflection worth dispensing after wasteful time of creating my ocean. I have nothing worth reflecting. If life were to captivate my soul, I would voluntarily allow it's waves to swallow me alive.