Child's Play
Can someone tell me now a way out of this? Sometimes I feel like the only one standing in the dark. How can you tell me that I am the only one, the only one standing up to the fury before me. When will I learn from the many touches of the flame. The bridges falling around and tearing away from me. What was I trying to achieve? What was I trying to build? A house of cards caught up in the embrace of the monstrosity of the wind? The child can feel me still, yet can’t see what one leaves behind, blinded by the house of cards. No one is ready for the damage that the papercuts lay, but to a child it’s all just play.