honestly the walls have become what is me. without them i'll never comprehend what it feels like to be free. i'm safe from this world for i am capture from within. so what is my new found freedom if i cannot live. imma need a wrecking ball bcuz i ain't climbing shit. and i'm not looking to over exert myself trying to get closer to what it is i have so called missed. allowing a stranger to feel me inside and out. i'd rather save face and keep what i have found. i'm happy even though i too could sure be better. but i can never accept the notion of having a together forever. and it's this imaginative structure that's become a part of me. a shield to protect me from those who cannot sleep. as here in my fort no one can harm the details of who i am. wanting to change me as if a finger is their wand reaching from their hand. i am a prisoner trapped in the confines inside my own mind. living within boundaries that give me a different type of life. one that isn't allowed to step outside for a fresh breath of air. instead i've been shackled to the only one i cannot get away from in which is the only one who fuckin cares. it' me n all i have is to be without this world inflicting its pain. claiming the insanity of the isolation is driving a free spirit insane. i'm unable to fly the coup for reasons that need not be told. as i stand in the watch tower wonder who has the key for my arms to unfold. to remove each block one at a time the same way they were put into place. with each n every tear that dried up with the cement so a solid form could remain. it's impossible for me to be sprung free from these bars sunk into my heart. knowing visitors can only get close enough no matter the charm. as poof, they're gone when they cannot have what they demand as if i do not exist. so i'll stand in my dungeon balling up fists with just one wish. to be left alone until time erodes my world. avoiding intruders wanting singular to transform into plural.
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