Hostage To The Holes And Houses

I don't know if this is true, but tonight it seems that the weight and severity of a relationship between any two people, upon being disjointed, may continue in that state. What I really mean is that reconciliation and repair is as easy at it was; at the same level. It appears as if the complexity of what was, is mirrored, when the persons are in a state of turmoil. If there is a lacking of past, the simpler it is to say, "Lets just put the past behind us."  It's as if you dug a hole, and the deeper and harder you dug, the more trying the climbing out. I mean this all in a positive way for the most part, as if love (connection and intimacy) is the digging, or more so that the chance of it being positive or negative is exactly equal. It is as weird as it was, it is as much of a struggle as it had been. If you had something basic and cordial, the recovery is similar to that, the wound is only as profound as the love. If you were so rooted in something, the uprooting was that terrible, and the reformation is of equivalent hardship, as everything else. Restoration is like attempting to recreate a house, from the ground up. Now sometimes they're made of toothpicks, or cards, but some houses have layers, and stories, and hardship, blood sweat and tears, it could take years, because it took years. Some houses have intricate details, secret places and memorabilia, skylights, sunlight, and dark places, and carpets that things got swept under. Tonight it is as hard as it was, as complicated and convoluted as it ever could have been, and if your burdens be heavy, and they were, it appeared easier to dig deep and get too immersed, but now it is the same situation in reverse, and your baggage is burdensome, it is abundant, and you spent all of the energy you had just getting down there, maybe now it is heavier, and you're trying to climb back up.