Ghost town; abandoned heart, I once thought that love was an art. Seems to me there’s nothing to be shown on display, no words to be written on a gentle paper with water vapor stuck in your head and eating your brain cells as every thought turns to pain in the mind of a sufferer. Look at the coldness, the ruthlessness you’ve left here. This is nothing to be proud of. It’s a large price to pay for beauty. Sanity isn’t a small cost; you of all people should know that. It’s frigid here, even the buildings shiver at the sight of this. What a masterpiece, others may say. But I, I have to disagree to the point where you and I could never be as one. Fragile and timid, is this town that you’ve twisted and turned into a tragedy. Sorry for your loss, I say, and I try to turn and walk away, but there’s nowhere to be headed. This sight can’t help but to be dreaded by my mind that is utterly impaired.