I tear them down just to build them up – walls that protect my insecurities – moments like these, sharing just enough to corrupt, cause a quick rebuild when I see you’re not hearing but are fearing me –

– we all have walls, of this I’m sure, some may be made of glitter but are just as strong, some are formed in a righteous fever but are just as wrong, if right leads to a world where we all belong –

– either way, be careful as you approach, the tuning of my temperament may wax and wane, but behind the cold demeanor you seek to broach remains a wilderness as of yet untamed.

 

 

Painting our illusions in 108 words a day.

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