Apologies

She never meant you no harm. They were rushing through the tunnels, never contemplating their surroundings. She didn't feel the fracture of her words. He was effortlessly bound towards destruction. Sometimes they come, apologies from the stars, sometimes they are not even born. Do you consider your actions, and the endless consequences? Do you shatter at all as the overwhelming cascade rushes over you? Maybe blink and miss something that passed all too fast. We make our beds and should stand by our work, it is all art, however tragic it might be. We crumble together, shadows alone, we find our way back to the way out of the maze. Should we amend our circus of errors? For we are the greatest performers, are we not? We are unfathomably wrong and it possibly, just somehow, might never seem so right. Never again.