Isolation is so bittersweet. You build your walls to watch them crumble in the way the mountains seem to bow every time the earth begins to throw her fit. But somewhere along the crashing of your empire, you enjoyed the free fall that engulfed your being. You got so lost in the chills produced along the back of your neck that you forgot about the inevitable. You forgot about the force in which you were falling and soon enough you weren't able to distinguish the shards of your heart from the rubble.