Trappings of the Mind
There a space in thoughts that we can hide.
It's triggered by a word, an idea , a visual an action but none the less we to find refuge.
We use pride as a shield because we had someone ready to rip us apart at any given time. It's not arrogance its a barrier of protection.
Once the dust settles and the warfare is over do we relieve the unhable wall still stands. So used to being critiqued the ears raised like prey sensing being stalked. Even if the effect doesn't match the cause. The whirl wind sucks you back into a rotation. This can't be allowed anymore. Whether the ending could be turning into what's golden or not. What's there to lose regardless.
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