Gone

Tatters in the wind. That's usually all that's left when something gets torn apart.

But what happens to the will power? What happens to the human spirit when it gets torn into pieces? Where does it go? Why is it so easy to break it?

Human beings; try as they might, they'll never get to the point where they're impervious. As close as they may get, it will never reach the point where they'll be able to withstand anything. No one will ever be strong enough to not be affected by any adversity. That's because we aren't perfect; it's because we never will attain that blissful state of perfection. 

We can build ourselves up as strongly as we wish, but we will never get to the point where we are strong enough to never topple. There will always be something that will be able to penetrate our forces. The smallest little tremor or the biggest trace of news all have the same effect. It gets to us. It seeps into our soul, pass that fortress that we've built up. Sometimes, it breaks our shields, but it gets to us. And when it gets us, we're gone.

We break as we're torn apart so bad that we become nothing more than tatters in the wind.