worrying

well it all goes down this way, she moving slowly through the walk way while im thinking /holding her hand,i look at my hand, small houses of flesh,just that spaceless,how many? a hundred, two hundred, it might be just one and it would be the same,but that doesnt matters, i think of the halls inside, the red buildings with walls of meat,no one inside, empty structures growing and growing, there once was little people inside of me, people with countless faces and they lived in the countless houses,but now they are gone , i feel like an empty tree, no more people breathing my warm red air, nothing more than a thin layer of plastic,i dont hear more voices,all the palaces,the rooms the windows,nothing,and then as i look carefully to my hand, i can see clearly a small bridge,a broken bridge,and then all went down,in circles,you didnt noticed all the voices,but i did since we all hear better in silence