#CracksInLife

There was once only the stone.

It was smooth and impenetrable, as cars went thuderously by and left their smog.

Life was an abstraction to the stone;
Love: a silence.

Perpetually inert, it felt no pain. It sought no comfort. At ease in its eternity, wanting nothing, waiting for nothing.

This stone was one of many, propping a bridge; one Atlas in a thousand, ceaseless and serene. They never spoke, they only did their duty; the mortar holding them tight in serried ranks.

Yet time.

One day the fracture came.
Small at first; a gift from a million trucks passing upon that heaven overhead.

The stone did not notice. Its serenity was absolute. Its strength: undaunted.

Yet time.

The crack widened and lengethened over years, like glacial lightning, eroded by the rain and the weight that hung above.

As all who are subjected to a slow and gradual change, the stone did not feel different until it was.

It had become weak. It struggled to hold its...