That’s the way it is, that’s just the way it is. The cranes hang quietly tonight, as if to remind us that this is home and that this is how we live now, with no back-up plan or way out. But we are nothing without resilience because we are all tied up in our own ways. Worst come to worst, failing everything, we pick up the broken pieces and put them all back together again. It feels like we’re so young. It feels like I’ve got to get away, like there’s got to be a better way because when you’ve got to get out, you’ve got to get out. I should be old enough by now to stop pulling at my hair and tearing at my skin, but we’re so young. From here I can see it all, every false step that I made and how I let it chip away at the foundations that I am set upon, as I stood by again. “Is everybody coming undone?” She asks me with a straight face and sometimes its hard to tell the truth when all I know is that we’re all just trying to stay afloat. We’ll stay afloat. Promises where I swear that I am fine are getting harder to keep, they’re getting harder to believe. “Is everybody coming undone?” She asks me with a straight face and sometimes its hard to tell the truth when all I know is that we’re all just trying to stay afloat.