I feel like staring at a shaking building, waiting for it to completely fall down. Every minute, my heart is racing. Everything feels temporary. I am waiting for a catastrophe that is about to happen. After all, when a building collapses, it doesn't go floor by floor. It collapses as one unit. All that remains is debris. I am anticipating that moment because it is long overdue, the building already worn out by time and storms that passed it. Because finally when all that's left is debris, I can rebuild. I can put it back together from scratch, this time stronger, this time I'm overseeing things. I will be in charge. And it could be a small building, but at least it's mine. At least it's steady. Unlike something tall, constantly swaying, like a boat trapped in the angst of the ocean.
Awaiting it fall down, I wish it happens.
So I can rebuild.
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