In the shallow ,still waters of his heart a house was being constructed. A safe haiven. Venice showed us ,that a house can stand on water.
With no construction guidelines and safety measures put in place , it was just a house built with passion and the dream to have someone to lay thy head.
The foundation for it was on aqua, very stable for its given time, attention and care.
The imagination of the finished product , would be the glitter in his eyes, the spark that dreams comes from , the unimaginable positivity of a grand and fulfilling conclusion .
The house was complete all that was left was the tenant, for you dont build a house that no one will live in.
A special place in the heart of those still waters, where if you were to catch a glimpse from the back of the house , youd see soo much floating wood.
Trials that never made it to the roofing , some made it but the mistakes in the foundation made them crumble after a time . The most important thing in a house is the foundation, they say and he made this one with that experience in mind.
As the tenant moved in and was ready to put her things inside. She had a change of mind, cold feet is the phrase. Left the gas on and windows open .
Oxygen in high supply, a spark tringering her shared dream with the lonesome waters extinguished , she didn’t look back As the light dimmed in his eyes.
But i built that house for you. This was our dream , the place beyond the pines where we would sit on the porch with a blanket, accompanied by tales of last and yet as we quietly lean towards each other while we look upon the lake of still waters.
As the smoke dissipates ,the timber lumbering away ,his house sinking into the abyss and with his head on his hands he concludes , “just another black hole disguised as a supernova.”
Baby im your house on fire.
The nadir 