Divide.

We travel through high dimensions, we wait until our legs give out. I follow my heart through the open door but this time smoke covers the entrance. All these mirrors reflect the sunrise. I feel the sun and I think I can feel it smiling. What a beautiful beginning to something so destructive. Yet, you destroy whatever love comes your way. You dry the surface, for the moment of breath you feel in your lungs. You stumble upon the ending, a fatal injury: the lie only hurts when the truth is revealed. You begin to rust.