When you know you’re falling apart and you can’t do anything, but try and hold onto the pieces you still have left. And you try so hard, but it just keeps going - thats when you realize you built your ugly castle with sand, and the rain just  came. You try and try to keep it together, but it continues too fall apart, sinking to the depth you promised yourself you’d never end up, the place that youve denied of ever existing and you sit there, staring at the remains of the fort you spent years on building and just lie there, because its over. The king has been overthrown, and its his own doing that hes there. Long Live.