I walked along the cracks gently, each and everyone passing by. The sogginess reached my brain. The wind felt moist against my skin, the weather hurting my brain. I threw rocks up against walls, the people walking by to turn them all. The haze ran against me, pushing me farther back. The time spins and creak. I fall into a seat, in an auditorium as we speak. People’s voices crowd around me. The show started and the spark got discovered. I appeared on the road. That haunted me long ago. The skin crawls far, and time breaks hearts.