My door is often left unhatched.
Day in, Day out
Strangers trespass, by-pass.
Sometimes they enter my life.
Acquaintance.
Many didnt stay.
Just becoming a figment of my memory.
For those i got to learn,
whom i lost trust in.
The knowing how they will never
Penetrate my Shield.
Because i've seen through them.
That's when i begin pulling away.
and i shut the creaky door.
I varnish this shield.
I remember that protective shield -
that always exists
Preventing me from opening up to new people.
Louisa took 1 and a half years to map the route outta the labyrinth
engraved on my shield.
No, i wouldnt let anyone in anymore.
this short 1 and a half years.
Its so treacherous,
like i dont know them at all,
and i am vulnerable to all their silent thoughts.
i dont feel secure.
i am beginning to see the ugly sides of people.
as time goes by.
truths reveal.
It's just the knowing that my door is closing.

when i begin pulling away from you -
and i shut that creaky door.
ay.starsplash.