When the tower of your life falls, the tower of your existence, everything you've ever tried to build... There's nothing you can do, but just to watch it fall. The sound it makes when it hits the ground is enough to sweep you off your feet, and the dust that it sends up in the air will make you blind. 

For a start, there's nothing you can do but lie there. You can't see. You don't want to see. Everything you've fought for is lost. 

When the time comes you've recovered enough though, when the dust has rejoined the ground, you will start working through the pieces. Some of the things you really believed in, monuments of friendship that seemed hard as stone, has been shattered like pieces of glass. 

As you work through everything that was broken, you will find that some of your most seemingly fragile belongings has made it. They're covered in dust, but when you scrape if off, you'll see only a tiny crack on the surface. Nothing that can't be fixed.

And as you look around, you will start noticing all the things around the tower, that you were too blind to see when it was still standing. All I'm saying is, losing something doesn't make it impossible to win something else. Maybe something even better, no matter how good the things you've lost.  

Tillit... tillit...

"Jag litar på dig."

"Jag litar mer på dig än någon annan."

Låter det inte värt någonting längre?  

Hantverks på torsdag förhoppningsvis <3! 

 

Fanny

9 april 2009 20:26

Vad var den för text som stod i kursiv stil? Det var vackert i vilket fall, gripande.

 

Shawnee

9 april 2009 22:10

Tack, jag har skrivit den själv :3

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