Fault-lines.

There are no promises,
What you see today may not exist tomorrow.
What you know and trust right now,
May evaporate with the next breath.
There is no certainty,
There is this moment.
Whether you are deeply happy,
Or in great pain.
It is true, real, and unshakable.
In a second the quicksand may shift,
Swirling everything down into nothing.
Leaving you staring at what was so sure,
Now gone.
Shocked because you did not see the uncertainty,
Like fault-lines in the foundation of your reality.
Which was actually no more than your perception,
The fragile glass through which you saw the world.
Breaking into pieces,
It reveals the hidden depth of isolation and despair.
Existence built on fault-lines,
Invisible until they shatter.

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