I built a castle in the center of her heart,
A place where I was able to come and go freely.
All with a single purpose, to protect something so precious.
There, where I built a place I've come to know as home.
Not to misconstrue any point that I'd ever leave.
Leaving the hallways door-less
With marble pillars, that would be impossible.
Straying any distance.
Hearing nothing but the echoes that wisp between the hallways.
I've confessed to my soul that it would be the only other place I'd consider home.
Considering her eyes the wilderness, filled with wooden branches and small creatures with bush like tails.
The calm of it all.
If I had one desire, I'd want her to believe that the constant pain that she feels in the center of her chest is the sound of hands, convincing her to believe things that otherwise she would never think possible.
The sound of plywood and stone coming together to create something perhaps
past her level of what's considered sane.
The construction of pillars to protect her heart.
The constant walks in her eyes, gathering wood to stoke the fire that keeps everything warm.
When you close your eyes,
Would you find it at all strange to see one of many things that keeps your heart warm.
Night falling over the wilderness,
Revealing the wolf that constantly howls
Standing in watch
