on repeat

i once carried a feeling of bliss and ecstasy. It left me feeling warm and secure, until the cold began to creep in.

cracks, small and frail began to grow, leaving  frosted implantation's in my core. 

so i walked, detached and isolated, the holes were slowly permeated with a summer breeze. until once again i carried a feeling of serene bliss, filled with ecstasy, my cracks shrunk.  for a while, almost believably, i was almost elated. 

until realization swept in on me and i was  a fly on the wall of my past, playing the beats to my future and no longer were there cracks but gorges.