Bricks

The Bricks fell to pieces, crumbling in an ironic way, I guess.
Once upon at time, they were part of a strong impregnable fortress that was now only ruins, pieces and dust that just didn't fit together anymore. they were like people in this way, slowly turning into the cadavers we are destined to be. To fall apart after death, the way we don't fit, quite fit like we once. We fall a way just as remembered as the Bricks , but I remember them. I remember everything...
The way it WAS.
The way it IS.
The way it WILL BE.
I remember. I still remember.