It’s peculiar how we let people into our lives, and they go a swiftly as they come.


I am a castle with walls built high, but my knights are weak. It’s tiring to bring down my gates and close it again, and again, and again.


I’ve been home to many travelers with whom I have been very hospitable with. I’ve watched as they slowly unveil their secrets, desires, and passions. I’ve grown to appreciate and care for everyone of them, until it is again time for my weak knights to bring down the gates and let them go,

but I don’t even get to say goodbye.