house of clay
"sometimes i feel like a house of clay. it seems small but is the cleanest of all. it may seem fragile but is a treat to the eyes.
as it stands, it gives shelter to anyone who enters it but when the heavy rain falls, it takes the house away as if it was never there. a house that once was standing, now follows the flowing water into the river. a house that once gave shelter to all, now finds shelter in the river and resides on the river bed as if it always belonged there. _qc.