I’m building towers of letters Walls of words, and Mountains of books. I have fallen in love with The way that some words Cling together like soulmates. The way that some sentences Thread together Like interlaced fingers; Itching for more. Hoping for more. I hope that someday, My walls will be high enough To block out humanity Protect my sanity And create a Masterpiece.
Wait! Stop! Just.. wait a second Please stay with me I quickly beckon, Though you aren’t keen, Just hide your weapon Don’t make a scene, Please don’t stray, Too far away, From my heaven.
There’s something beautifully tragic About watching someone hit rock bottom. There’s something lovely and dramatic About watching you solve every problem, Picking up every individual nomadic Piece of yourself in the solemn Face of adept compliance With absolutely zero defiance.