Updated: May 22
"I have been broken down to rubble, and have built myself back up again. I have taken the tiny splinters of me and put up my walls to create a mighty fortress. On the walls is pretty wallpaper."
I have the bones of an old house; the kind that stands up to the rigours of time and all the elements. I like the character of old houses because they are full of stories. You can almost hear the whispers of those who have left their imprint there, and can feel them in the halls and in the walls. When I built my first house, it felt empty until it was filled with memories. Within the structure itself is an entirely other dimension constructed out of life.
I have come to understand not everyone is meant to have something sturdy, because there are people who like to destroy things. They revel in the act of creating rubble. They generally seek something weak and like to in break it to pieces. They somehow find serenity within chaos.
Even when a destroyer comes across something stronger than they expected, it does not deter them. If a sledge hammer won’t do, they will get a bulldozer, and if that still isn’t enough, they will bring a wrecking ball. What they may not understand is that strength comes from within, and the strong rebuild.
I have been broken down to rubble, and have built myself back up again. I have taken the tiny splinters of me and put up my walls to create a mighty fortress. On the walls is pretty wallpaper. The paper can easily be ripped and torn and taken down. These shreds of paper are there for those who want to ruin something. It is only those who wish to find out what is below the surface who will enjoy the rest of me.
My heart beats strong within these walls. The comfort that lies within is for those who build, not those who break.