perhaps i have felt the grass under my feet and that's what keeps me with you. or maybe it's the water in the rain - the ocean captivating me. i have seen the sky and the sun has burned me with fire; you, my friend, have touched my heart.. i let you.
briers and thorns have been the price for this silence and protection. what is safety really? in the arms of life it is a facade - a magical apparition that floats in and out of existence. i was not safe when i was in my castle and i am not safe with you.
i am afraid.
of being nothing. a joke. your courtesy. a meaningless gesture. obligation.
an afterthought.
we travel down this road together. speak or be silent. i won't ask you to say anything. just walk with me to the end of this road.
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