Prompt: WRITE ABOUT A TIME THAT YOUR ILLUSIONS OF SOMEONE OR SOMETHING WERE SHATTERED.
Like a wall the ground beneath my feet sturdy and tangible. My back against the cool hard surface provides comfort of familiarity, rooted in the reality gravity pulls us downwards towards the earth and we can still stand upright. I lean against this truth this fortress we built together brick by brick, each wall carved from the parts of us of darkness and light a magnificent, luminescent structure that was built against the elements; a miracle of possibility The winds billows The setting sun casts shadows, the bricks tremble, In the night, the corners of our castle chip away reduced to grains of sand Is the castle still real if it returns to the wind?