We each create our own worlds. We make our own happiness, our own failures and defeats but more so our own success and victories. In building this world, it is not far off that along the way there will be people who in their own interest, would help us establish this world. It is to them, we will owe a bit here and there, but we will neither forget those who strike at us in this moment of weakness.

It is increasingly frustrating to be suffocating... that these skills can not be used. In our anger, we forget to think. We forget the teachings of our teachers. Our anger we must now channel to a blade of focus and a means to an end.

What of that old cross? We have not found peace that way. It is a crisis, we must deal with. It is a lonely world without that cross... yet we are still plague with doubts... anger is hard. It is hard when one's heart has neither peace nor forgiveness.

and what of her? we'll cross the bridge when we can and when we can get there... that is if at that moment, she's free and she wants to... and this heart still believes the same... maybe then we can ask and perhaps explore this in greater detail... but today is not that day, i'm afraid.

Today is a moment we pick up the pieces of our broken life, put it back together and someday endeavour to build our own house.