High walls,
heaped imperfections,
bruised knees
and clay.
They tell me you can
count on nobody
these days.
There can't be
such thing as
trust in the invisible,
they say.
I care very little about many things.
I have to.
I inhabit a dream
with my own name.
with my own name.
Sometimes we spend so much time caring for others that we forget about ourselves. You capture the vulnerability of a trusting human being, one who must construct a retreat for the sake of self-preservation. I can relate to these words very well.
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