It’s a castle of glass that I have been building so far, aware of the aftermath, I keep trapping myself inside shiny halls of glinting glasses.
One crack and everything falls apart, destructing me and everything around in process.
So if there is someone to blame for the destruction caused by this glass castle, then that would be me, for I have always known all along about the chaos that would be created by this castle.
But here I am, continuing to build it, painting it with hopes, planting dreams in the garden, hanging memories as pictures on the wall.
With all I love and with all I fear, I still am building this turmoil, I call my own.