.BrEaK.

It was not any different from what it was before. The darkness was there, the emptiness imminent in it. The breath that shivers with each exhale, the fog that clouds up the mirrors shared with distant shadows of time and space. It was not different.

It was the same.

The same old songs, the same old rhythm. The same dance. Life. Confusion. Desperation. Depression. Nothing changes. Comfort in that fact. And the shadows do nothing about it and only move about as to wonder why and how things will change and when...

When?

When will one see the sunshine that blinds? When will one hear the birds singing or the bells clanging in the distant hills of the crumbling old church? The questions cannot be answered and no one knows why, how, or what. Or where things will be from the distant future and the lost past that once was glorifying and bedazzling in each and every second of life that passed...

Past lives. Past breaths. Past sins.

Locked together in a reach so far away, the blood starts to drip and each cut grows until one can see the flesh ripping and the bones breaking. With the chains and the keys thrown into the deep blue sea of longing and despair, the past is gone forever, and one will never see the splendor and wonderment the past can bring.

But is it truly gone?

Is the past forever locked away in the memories of old?

In the golden pages of a yellowing book?

Calligraphy in the leaves of an onion-papered novel. It will mesmerize, it will awe. It will live and die again. Rebirth at its utmost intensity. The young shall discover and the old shall recover. The bars of a closed mind will disintegrate with the pouring of the acid rain of dignity.

The prison finally broken down.

The solid walls cracking.

Memories flow freely once again.