I watch. Time passes.

I grow rough I grow cracked.

Time doesn’t stop.

A relentless beating against my back. Leaving me bruised. Scarred. Marked. Marred.

I crumble. And I am hungry. Ravenous.

Starved for love, Affection, Attention, Anything.

I crave recognition. Recognition that I am real. I am here. I exist.

I am cursed to stay static, Stay quiet, Stay invisible.

All I can do is watch. Watch as generations grow old, die out, and begin once more.

I ache for more. I cry out for more. Nobody hears me, I crack.