reconstruction.

All the words have been written, the plea's have been made, and the tears have been shed - I can't tell you I'm anywhere different now. This place is grey, and in it everything moves slowly. So I will carry the weight of the world, and hold myself strong for the ones who need me too. And when night falls, and the house is quiet and the floors creek under the weight of my step - I will weep. I will say my goodbyes to the life I created, to the person I built from the rubble of my past. I will be better, I will find peace - I will start building again.