I divide myself into boxes

For work, for home

For being alone

I build rooms for each box and not one will touch another

It’s how I survive, the fortress of a warrior

It’s been so long, I don’t know how to change

This practice, this habit from another age

Years have passed since I’ve opened those doors

Yet you offer me solace by opening yours

~ on letting someone in

Something a little different for me but I had fun experimenting with rhymes which is definitely not my strength but still good practice.

Until next time x

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