have you ever lost your faith?

the first time he did, it was in a concrete maze high above the world, talking to the tops of palm trees, making friends with the wind. then it was anger, resentment at a world which refused to yield to what he felt was his insurmountable will. how dare it refuse to bend? if only a little..just an inch, to reassure him that it was there. it did, ofcourse, not.
one of the greatest tragedies you'll experience is seeing a child with empty eyes.

the second moment was more mundane, more run-of-the-mill, completely in tune with the way life had progressed from so long ago. in a shower, warm water massaging his scalp and forming a dozen little waterfalls on its way to the deep blue floor. he sat there for hours, so afraid to move, to shatter the world of hope,faith,expectations,love he'd so gently crafted all around himself in a web so tight there's only way to go when you are where you've been. in that moment between who you were and who you are, you make the choice to either face up to the consequences of what you've done, or to silently fade away.
it isn't easy. it never is.