Undone

The end was never the beginning, rules never really there. The manifestation of thousands of dreams.

The cracked walls of the fortress, swayed with every gust of wind. Slowly, methodically the crumbling set in.

Unwilling to believe the unyielding state of precariously balanced confidence.

There it was in the middle of the street; unaware it was lost at all.

Perfectly undone, perfectly put together, all the vintage charm in the world wasn't enough to outshine what it contained.

Never paying attention to time, until it was too late.