Wall Breached

For some reason I can't explain, once you go there was never, never an honest word

It's funny how it's just when everything goes very well that it all comes crashing down. Just like the sun shines and goes away in the blink of an eye to let the rain pour. Shattered windows in the sound of drums. Then your heart begins to pound strangely just by thinking of it, and your world seems to drown, even though you know it's so little problem compared to others, but now you have your own clouds, and you can't see through, and you can't do anything about it. You just let it wash your happiness away, you have it on your mind, everyday, in this -so small- corner of your mind, but when you're alone, the corner suddenly widens and you're drawn to it. At this very moment, your small world's revolving all around you and just by moving your hand, you can catch each of the facets you see. But then you blink and it's gone ; the warmth is gone, the facets are still shattered in pieces -they really are-, not standing in your palms anymore. They're not standing anywhere near you, except for little of them. That's when you know your Happily ever after isn't showing on TV tonight, that's when you wake up and you think « Wait up right there, where are you going ? Why're we torn apart ? » Because it's the word. Your little radiant world is torn. You know this song, Natalie Imbruglia's ?
That's what's going on : nothing's fine I'm torn
I'm all out of faith, this is how I feel
I'm cold and I am shamed, lying naked on the floor
Illusions haven't changed into something real
I'm wide awake and I can see the perfect sky is torn
You're a little late... I'm already torn.
That's how it feels. Just like pulling out your heart and slowly carving your ex-sun on it, then putting it back into your body and stitching the wound up.
That's what you do. You stitch it up. You put the shattered facets in a small, wooden box, you seal it and place it carefully in this -so small- corner of your mind. You keep the little of the facets standing near your very close. You enjoy every moment with them, still trying not to think about any of the others. But not today ; they're gone or washed away, they're gone or washed away... But it's taken you by surprise, and you can't seem to forget it all. It remains on your mind, still. The wooden box is not that well sealed. It's flowing through. So, you let the tears flow too.

And then, you try to heal.