Rubble

I sat in the living room and watched the kitchen burn. It consumed the countertops and hugged the ceiling. I remember confusedly watching my father attempting to counter the inevitable. I told myself I would never vainly struggle against that which I could not control. I'd not expected the list to be so immeasurable. That house burned to the ground, taking with it all the horrors that accompany an illusory lifestyle, and left a shell of a boy staring at a pile of rubble, with all the horrors that exist in reality.