If I could,
I would break all of it away.
Yet, I find myself relentlessly deconstructing,
An active build..
That is very counterproductive.
And Quite Tedious.
I’m Constantly finding I have brought the wrong tools.
That I am full of the wrong solutions.
I am often unsure of the contents of these halls.. if they contain great riches or untold ruins.
For l was given no blueprints.
These corridors have no rhyme or reason some days.
So I can understand why you get so lost, sometimes I do too.
Other days I can tell you exactly how many steps before the trap door opens
And the
F
A
L
L
Comes
I struggle to decipher with only what was given searching for clues I fear I’ll never find.
Retracing steps like following the blood stains will eventually lead me to the source of the wound.
I have patched many this way.
And unearthed many more.
I’ve walked past doors with broken hinges evidence that sometimes things are better left open and destroyed.
I have also caught glimpses of tombs I have not gained the courage to enter yet..
And still
The thought Of deconstructing everything looms.
The nothing of no longer building or fixing.
Just… silence.
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