Sanctuary

I look at you and you're in this place and you're comfortable in your skin and you're proud, or so I think, but in reality you could be so far away from that and you could be anywhere at any time in any imaginary part of your mind.

And I want to dig into you and rip all that you are apart to understand.

But I respect you and I love you and I understand the sanctuary of one's own mind and the importance of having a place you don't allow others to visit, in case they choose to pack their bags and head across the country and forget you.


We can be anywhere, in any thought, in any memory, at any time and no one could ever know that other than ourselves and I want to know where you are and see the inside of your head and figure it out.

And I wonder if anyone ever looks at me and wants to dig deeper and see more and tear my insides apart.


But probably not.