Musings of a Nobody

I thought I was better.

It seemed as if I had worked my way through the rubble of my mind and built a quiet home from the wreckage.
Though these trembles never stop and I thought like water I could absorb the ripples.
But the bonds that hold me together will never be anything but brittle and cracked.
And I plead with the ground as each new pebble and brick crumble to ash, to keep the peace that took so long to find in the darkness.
I beg for it to stop but it is an earthquake and I am but a ghost clinging to dust.