I tried building a sanctuary for myself. But I have built a jail instead. With walls so high that I can't climb and none could penetrate. With no windows that I could look out of and none could look in at. At a place so dark that I could not see ahead of me. With a temperature so cold that I could not feel. With silence so deep that I could not breathe. With me so alone that I could not cry.
I am not me. The real me is stuck somewhere, somewhere within the sanctuary, somewhere, somewhere within my jail, somewhere, somewhere, nowhere......
