bricks
Brick by brick the walls go back up. They are not to keep me safe. They never have been. There is always someone else to protect. It has been a very very long time since I had any sort of self preservation. I watched a car drive away today. A car with someone inside of it that could not get past the walls. He was a hurricane, fierce and determined. His love was electric and powerful and scorched my heart with the velocity of a hundred fighter jets. But it was too fast - so fast that I could not prepare anyone for it. I could barely catch it in my own hands. And now, I have let it slip through my fingers - because I do not know how this works. I do not know how to do anything halfway.