Somewhere tucked back in a corner of my heart is the place I hide all, which I do not share; a collection of secrets and hurt and love, too strong to visit often.  A place of quiet, of joy, of pain; a place of safety which no one can touch, but I. Preserved for the life of my heart which grows along with each beat.

In the quiet of the night, in the quiet of the day, they call sometimes, “Come visit us, we know you like no other, like no other ever will. We do not judge, we only feel. Come laugh, come sing, come cry.  We are you, we are the beating of your soul, the throbbing of your body, your dreams, your fears, the truths inside your mind”