Return to my city of Shattered Dreams

Wandering between thought and observation, my heart is pierced into the remnants of shattered dreams. Once again i have returned to the heart of my darkest disappointments, and done so without the loss of a coin tossed over my shoulder into any grand fountain. As i reminisced the long lonesome trudge i took to the Trevi Fountain, my heart imploded, a black hole conjured. sigh...