Everyone lives in their own little world constructed carefully of their own adversaries & affinities. Sometimes we let people in & they can be unaware of what a mess they make of our fragile bubble-like universes. Maybe their world is indestructible & they do not know yours has old frayed duct tape keeping the cracks held together. I have sat still under this dilapidated bridge built with many shortcomings & for many years I have been waiting for brave footsteps to approach & now I curse them for their destruction of my rickety facade. Who is more to blame for my unstable foundation?