Ruins........
ruins always remain, contain, within us....
a sense of regret, maybe refrain.....
I like ruins....
They remind me of the remembrance...
of good or bad.... then worse......
I recall, I feel...
the need to grow....expand,
but the ruins stay.....
always as a memory......
I adapt to the ruins
but do they adapt to me.....
They don't.... They never would.......
n yes, they never could.......

 I am belittled by them,
by pain n moments, seen, followed........
which haunt me....
I feel happily haunted by memories in the remnants of my ruins.......
This idea of ruins n remnants has always intrigued me....
I think of them as treasures.....
some bright, some dark.......
most darker than the rest.....
but I know they remain with me forever.....
I see them....in me, around me.....
everytime I look into my eyes,
I see the last remnant of joy......
the joy which once was faith......
is now just a tear......
I see thru my heart thru these sparkling tears......
its full of pain.....
its contains the remnants of time, space,
a hollowness undefined.......