Foundations shake; slowly they crumble visibly showing all vunerabilities. Harsh reality relentlessly jolts back, intuition knows inwardly it lay dormant. Closing the door too many times, blindley refusing to see the other side. Only self blame is painfully taught, a hollow void lies within its shell. Uncertainty teeters on the edge, mixed with feelings of confusion. Weakness pounds against the rocks, slowly trickling, droplets cling. The surface defaced at each blow, it changes the face of the future. Never to return or be the same, destiny is already skillfully woven.