I welcome this world that's falling into pieces beginning from the folds of lightly worn creases breaking apart until all hope collides with all that's left of our old lives. Finally as the cloud of dust trails through the air I begin reconstruction through the rubble's despair. I find pieces of you, next to pieces of hope, and the dirtiest spots next to boxes of soap. Continuing my search through all that remains I find small pieces of cracked picture frames. Frames that had smiles and memories of before of pictures of happiness that I've grown to abhor. With emotions rushing toward I relent from sadness understanding that accompanied by denial is madness I must hold on to the truth that lies beneath the lies of the truth that once lie in your eyes. Understanding now of what all this means I proceed through the life that lies beneath the beams. The beams of foundation that once held me high, high with a smile that lit up the sky. I search and I search for the one thing I need to rid me of this memory and just set me free and there it was in a corner of it's own, a maker of light that can now freely roam. With a flick of my wrist I ignite the light with lights orange and yellow of lights burning bright I walk away feeling the heat of the past burning away the memory of a destroyed world at last.