Pieces of her shattered soul.

I Am Ruins

  I am Ruins, the remains of what was once a lively temple of abundance that self combusted from an external source. This source once held me in their arms, caressed, embraced me, loved me. But they were never truly mine, just the slightest brush of my fingers onto them before they are snatched away. Crumbling downwards I go. My bones cracked and broken pillars of this old temples structure. The ghosts wander through the empty hallways of what used to lead to multiple chambers, red and gold silk torn carpets and purple dirty ripped curtains faded in color left behind. The whisperings of what was to come and never came, echoing like a haunting wandering soul, longing for embrace yet finds none. The wind whispers "hear me Ruins, Love does not live here anymore."