“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. 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. 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. I should be old enough by now to stop pulling at my hair and tearing at my skin, but we’re so young. We’ll stay afloat. Worst come to worst, failing everything, we pick up the broken pieces and put them all back together again. That’s the way it is, that’s just the way it is. It feels like we’re so young. “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. 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. But we are nothing without resilience because we are all tied up in our own ways. Promises where I swear that I am fine are getting harder to keep, they’re getting harder to believe.