Is solitude akin to sadness?
Is a one man trip,
always bound for despair?
These walls
constantly being chipped
and cracked
It's purpose
to fall
yet it's always
fallen outwards.
The victim of bright eyes
and kind smiles.
It serves no purpose,
it's usefulness is naught
yet I cling to them
with unwavering faith,
waiting for the next
Trojan horse
with wary but open arms.