Jun 7
Why are these walls still unmovable?
I slowly pull them apart, brick by brick, but I leave them close by, ready to be placed back. The fortress of self to forever remain unmoved and unmarred, ready for when the storm of let down, discomfort, pain, resentment, disgust, barrages through and reminds me of the reasons why expectations are nothing more than dormant pangs of hurt and grief. Waiting to riddle my little heart with ache and regret.
The vulnerability of reliance turns my stomach. I must carry my own weight, I must. If I cannot, then who will? I do not trust those who say they will.
