I see the cracks. the points where it will break. I know why as well. but i dare not say. each thing cracks for a reason, you could say it was its time, or blame various circumstances or pin the problem on the opposite side, but we know better. the wise ones know better. they create it, pushing words and actions that will knock over the best situated structure. they will create calamities, circumstances easily avoided just to watch themselves fall into them. the bored will do this. the bored and the self destructive will do this.

fortunately the cracks can be patched at this point. although that would require effort a clear want for things to stay the same. for the show to go on. or the house can be abandoned, all of this can. countless corners also need patching. there are things falling apart all over the place, it must require a strong reason to keep it together. we must want to put the pieces and place together. we must want to work the land to keep the weeds out. if there is no urge or necessity to till the fields, clean the front step, kiss the wife, call your friends, save our money, eat well, use time efficiently, speak clearly and brush our teeth…well those things will not happen and cracks will appear.

i see the end. the flicker of moments that will be much like the start of it all. memories i can piece together and objects that i have been hoarding in my room. objects that will not be mine for much longer, people i will no longer see. i will think backwards and not see the cracks but all the connections. the places where the plaster did not split. the imperfections is actually what made it so beautiful and so personal. so ourself.