Never Did Thank You For That

Walls, glass shards, barking dogs, barking dogs with bees in their mouths, dogs with bees in their mouths and when they bark bees come shooting out . . . whatever.

Real-estate is expensive and we are only able to have so much. The same goes for our minds. If we spend so much time protecting that which we hold inside, slowly all that was so precious to us ends up getting pushed out to make room for more barbed wire and hidden mines.

It's never been about how much damage a loose cannon can do within us. If the artwork is durable it can handle an attack from a nuclear holocaust. Build yourself out of cast iron that's soft to the touch. Walk into a burning building without fear that you might not come out the same. If you're strong enough the embers in your skin WILL change you, only for the better and you'll become stronger against whatever forces may come. Gale force winds, earthquakes, a broken heart.

How can there be any joy found by living in the corner of a dark cement room all by yourself? Never being able to reach out and show yourself, all the while some imposter is running around with you best of friends laughing and cheering, more like mocking than anything else, at what you could-and should- be.

Before too long that imposter slowly becomes us and he's standing guard around an empty house. There's no longer anything to guard because he's the only one that's stuck around for so long, unfortunately he doesn't know what else to do because that's all he's ever done. That's what he was hired for. Old guests may come along with the proper clearance, but when they are admitted in all they see of what they remembered is covered in cobwebs and dust. So, remembering the good times they had once upon a time, they decided to talk a little with the imposter/guard only to find he IS the friend you left so long ago. Colder, darker, and less willing to grant clearance to the new fortress inside of himself.