go on, stack the cinder blocks in a cold sweat. build yourself a citadel amid the foothills of regret, and though you’ve convinced yourself, you’re safe and sound within, the thing you fear most never need to get in
cause you’ll miss the sun, the warmth of another’s embrace. you’ll need room to run and something to chase. and that thing you fear will coax you out that unholy place, cause all you’ve ever wanted is an escape
