Ashen Clouds
Wednesday, June 6
Beneath this ceiling of gray, are the remains of what was once a man. A man who chose to thread a path of gravel and granite, to desensitize himself to and with the cold embrace of stone. He forged a mask from the minute pieces of a shattered mirror, each piece a window to a specific persona concealed by the ghoul clothed in the semblance of flesh, and each persona more distant than the last yet disturbingly familiar.
And thus an exoskeleton was formed, with the sole purpose of damming the potent concoction of emotions swirling about. But the time came, and soon thereafter the dam defeated its purpose, imploding everything inside of it in a brilliant flash of darkness.
Now the statue lays in ruins, crumbling away in the hollow gales of a silent storm.
**image snatched from Goha7777**
Labels: doldrums, uninspired
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