Broken and cut open by the exterior unfolding the delicate fragile sorrow hidden from the eggshell layers of despair. Drowning tears sweep through the underlying contemplative coldness of the frozen truth. The silent agonized memory laying in controlled measures of entities sowed in the blankness is almost as demanding as the person’s loud screams of aching pain. The mind crazed by the rushing blood of darkness and turbulence. Hurdled waves of woven misery unfold the bleak torture of catastrophes. The empowering anguish fills the hollow room of affliction borrowed from the ripped edges of damaged spines. They swore they could keep the fleeting emotion of happiness levitating ambiguity and concavity. But no. So many lonely depressing nights of wandering delirious theoritizations have occurred.