The Story of a Town and the Cards that Fell
I thought my house of cards had fallen. That all my secrets that held those walls of lies, the smoke and mirrors, had been unearthed. But I find once more myself living in a house of cards. Worried about the dead bodies lying underneath. It’s as if the walls never fell. Did no one see them fall? Couldn’t they see? Or did they just make believe? Maybe they just didn’t want to see. Maybe the walls collapsing around me made them fear their walls would also fall. Maybe I’m living in a town of cards. One misstep and everything falls, everyone’s left naked, and alone. Or maybe finally we wouldn’t be.