Write about: the crack.
Got some stuff done around the house this morning before spending the afternoon with Max. We hung out at a park for a bit, but unfortunately we arrived just as the sun went behind the clouds and the wind picked up. So that didn't last as long as either of us would have liked.
By the way, I've yet to schedule any posts to cover my time away for the birth. So if things go quiet for a couple days... you'll know what's up.
You used to be so intimidating. Flawless and carefree. Nothing could bother you. There was an almost holy aura surrounding you. It's no wonder none of us dared stand against you.
But the years have chipped away at you. Cracks have begun to appear in your once perfect exterior. Nothing major, certainly nothing drastic. They are there, though. For those bold enough to look closely to find them.
Could one be your downfall? One day, perhaps. It's hard to imagine that happening any time soon. One can hope, though. I allow myself to dream of it, now and then.
You are still a terror to behold. Even with the hints of weakness that have begun to slip through. Which is why whenever I do dream those dreams... I always wake in a cold sweat, tangled in my sheets, searching the dark corners of my room for your watching, knowing eyes.
Of course, you're never there. Just shadows.