Dying Star.

We are a city of quevering bridges and shaking walls about to crumble with even the slightest amount of weight. We are crumbling brick structures and collapsed buildings that have once given home to so many cherished memories, and whispered secrets- but now, just a pile of blackened rubble. 

We are a dying star, a blinding exlosion of burning flames and bursting atoms, ruptered cores and broken hearts. We are a shattering of young and fragile souls, torn apart and hastly sewn together once again. And like the flaming fragments of this burning sphere of fire, our fuel shall soon run out and all that there will be left to do is to crumble into ebony nothingness. Pieces of us will be cruelly twisted apart, only to fuse into something of which we have yet to discover. 

In the end, all that is left in our mind is a black hole. Not quite there, not really ever present. Something so dark and powerful, so all-encompasing that is shall suck the life and happiness from us if we ever tread too close, something that will destroy anyone in the end. 

The only thing for us to do now is to forget about that gaping hole in the back of our minds, and forget one another.