We are the architects of our own unhappiness, we tend to build and expand the exterior interface towards the cold world, forgetting about the empty space of our own imploding personality.

We chase all the bad lighting and do not consider the need for a quiet corner of pure reassuring joy… while our child within fades away, waiting indefinitely for the  next (un)shielded smile…

And it’s all against a time that dissolves most of the pride and prejudice to reveal only… the potential end.

I feel the need to rebuild something out of the ash of the flatted memory space (consuming too much of my guilt construct) and really make it work. I remember it is a good thing to create a new positive prospect and to follow it with a sweet type of fidelity.

However difficult and silent this thought is, it makes me wonder what if…