Too many barriers?

I wonder, will you read the many aspects to this comparison?

Wide open spaces Decorated with people with wide open eyes Searching, prying, examining My non-existant sanctuary The missing walls Doorless entrance Barless, Glassless windows Unsacred secrets box Unsafe protective shelves I have nothing to hide… Trapped

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Another one of those nights. It’s no wonder most suicides happen at night.

So perceptive of people am I, that i now find myself unable to understand her at all… How things change. Why?

Well it feels this way sometimes!

Not based on event, more thought – If I should turn on my own word, against my own heart, and my own love….

A moment Dreamt. In a place, Not home. Of a time, Not now. In a life, Not mine. Yet.