As the winds blow the fallen leaves and the rivers run into the seas. Night passes and the sun shines on the dilapidated building made of wrinkled flesh and and broken bones, seek inside and you will find a box that is fiiled with broken memories that can't be repaired. A box of pieces of that artefact you once owned. A bottle broken and skattered and thoughts all forgotten as that box closes and i start to rotten. As in my final hours I pour a glass full with feelings my old dilapidated building started crumbling down as i fell to the floor and and gazed at the sealing i finally came to terms with all i was feeling and with my hand on the box to give you my final gift the box was empty for you already had it. I laid there smiling on the ground the thoughts of you filled my crown overwhelming with emotions i started to gap and then came the end of that one last lap!!!