home.

[30 Jan 2006 | Monday]

The world before you has fallen to pieces. and there is this one piece that is solid. it is the one thing that is holding all these pieces from tumbling over the edge. like a dam. fragments, everywhere; all pushing up against this one wall. you pray that this one piece will never falter. it will hold strong and keep all the pieces in one place, in case u ever manage to fit them back together. rebuild. how strong is that wall? how much pressure can it take? will it withstand the constant push... then, one day, you look at all these pieces. the terrible mess of destruction. massive pieces; chunky. heavy. smaller jagged pieces; sharp shards. and dust. so much dust you realize you will never be able to rebuild what once stood before you. so you call on all your strength and you put your hands on this one solid piece. the foundation of everything that has fallen. the strength that has held everything together. solid. you can feel your energy and you know. you know that once you push this final standing piece, the landscape will be changed. forever. and you yell. and you push. and the tears stream down your face; causing a torrent flood that carries the ruins over the edge. the pieces rush past you with such fierce speed. crashing. shattering. the fallen, broken pieces. the ruins. vanished. and you wipe your tears. and the dust settles. and a few small pieces remain. some will get buried underneath your new building. some will become part of the landscape. some will stay until the wind blows. you take one last look over the edge. that solid piece. the one that held everything together. dead. buried beneath the rubble. some of the pieces have fallen together to create new structures. others have hit hard. bounced a further distance. chipped and broken. far away. alone. the wind blows. and you find shelter. and it is warm. and it is beautiful. The pieces that so desperately needed to tumble. The pieces that needed your push. They are in their place. And you are home.