The world revolves around the core of its life the ones who inhabit on it surrounding every flaw and every perfection it cradles the boundary's of life and death by dangling it on a thread so fragile and nimble every soul lingers on on the fates of it's world what if your world the core of you what kept you living that was your every perfection and the only flaw was the scar left because of being let down and what was being held by a thread finally had unraveled what was your world your creation now your demise what is to come of what is left .......
