fortress.

i quit the game when i was winning. just because some new know-it-all players butted in. but i made these rules, i planned and formulated each and every move. orchestrated the path to my very own end. i became better at this, this hiding, lying, tricking... and though my towers are crumbled, i still have the plans, the foundations i built my fortress on.

i'm rebuilding.

and this time, when the time comes for me to fall...

i will be fractured. i'll hurt every single thing i touch as i rain down.

i will not be half-mended, patched-up, covered-over. i will not pretend.

i will get the grand finale i set my eyes on, way back, years ago.

i have workedtiredbruisedbledstarved for this. 

when i fall, i'm taking it all with me. 

and i will be beautiful, at last.

- v