Walls are certain.
Strong, solid, safe.
A grounding presence compared to the vast world outside,
only seen beyond the glass panes just beside me.
Chipping paint that has seen better days.
Upholding doors that creak when opened too slowly.
Swaddling my mind with the security of knowing.
My fingers scrape against the rugged texture, finding that I indefinitely am still human, still real— as when I pull my fingertips back, they return to me ******
Here, I am safe.
Confined by these four walls, and a locked door.
The world beyond cannot reach me now.
Jan 6
Jan 6, 2026 at 12:25 AM UTC
Walls are certain.
Strong, solid, safe.
A grounding presence compared to the vast world outside,
only seen beyond the glass panes just beside me.
Chipping paint that has seen better days.
Upholding doors that creak when opened too slowly.
Swaddling my mind with the security of knowing.
My fingers scrape against the rugged texture, finding that I indefinitely am still human, still real— as when I pull my fingertips back, they return to me ******
Here, I am safe.
Confined by these four walls, and a locked door.
The world beyond cannot reach me now.
the mind shields itself from the outside world.
