The memories fade. Should I keep them or should I try to make new ones? the ceiling is cracked. My heart is broken. The memories are fading as time goes by. I try to hold on to them but they are slipping through my fingers. The past gets further away and the present can be too much to bear. The future looks gloomy i try to gasp for air. I want things to get better but I have this whole in my heart. a void nothing seems to fill. My heart is black. These cracks make the wall imperfect but I'm imperfect. I guess I just have to find a way to be OK with that.