What do you do when the house of cards falls? What once stood is now flat. Dimension given way to a single plane. The substance you thought you had was really only air. Flat. That's what you feel. That's what you are after all is said and done.

Now you realize how fragile your life really is. A simple breath, a slight tremor. Simply a door closing in the room across from yours tolls the death of your struggle. Time, strategy, and effort laid to waste in a single fluttering second. All the strength you can muster can't save it now. It's gone.

Even when you set out to rebuild, it'll never be the same. Who knows how far you'll get before the final breath will be dealt to the deck built up before you. You can always start from scratch, but you'll never stand beyond your own foundation for long.