I’m defending this wall that sorrounds me. I’ve seen off those that come near, I say to myself that it’s for their sake, but really it’s for me. I’m a wounded soldier, weary of everything – as it’s things that you assume are safe that hurt you the most and stay with you, that scare you.
And so, it’s my internal strugle to trust you, it’s my eternal grand demeanor that fails you. That fails me, binds me -to my world of solitude and let’s me stray away from you.
There is only room for one behind these walls – maybe only for now or maybe forever.