The truth about living

I'll tell you about the most fastidious of all our possessions. It is a structure weightless as a smile, fragile as a cracker and soft like a jellyfish, but shoots out its inciting venom once it wraps its arms around you. We forge it thoroughly as days do go by with absolute endearment. I made mine of paper; cards deposited together in layer upon layer. And before I knew it, I have already had a whole house on my own. And like a child with his coloring book, I started choking it up with all my favourite tinges. I embellished the place with all the posh chandliers dangling from rooftops, all the memories in frames placed carefully on every shelf and all the paintings hanged on every wall. I let people in, I created bonds .. more like kinships and I gave them benefits of the doubt. My first, my second and my last mistake. If my trust was the gun, then my heart was the bullet in their chamber. SNAP, just like that, they pulled the trigger. My fallen body was the earthquake that wrecke...