The wounds

The black holes in our original wholess renewed time and again. Once a beautiful surprise to us, now a case to be healed. Our emotions now limit the range of responses. Serenity is far away. Mind is no more a beautiful pond. Opaqueness and translucency are passions of past. What we have with us now are torn pieces of virues. We are all going to die and one day our planet would evaporate and disappear. But somethings that would remain forever are the wounds of suffering..the wounds encrusted with rock.