what is it you protect
behind this fortress of yours
that despite the months
you have still been comfortably cautious
i am on one-brick-window-basis of your life
gradual releases of your choices and journeys
pushing out a brick enough to peer through
and then putting it back in
i reckon exhaustion is setting in
of having kept these walls, years counting
so come rest your hand on mine,
and allow me to balm your wounds
hush, dear thinker
draw near and lay your weary head
all is well, your baggage is safe on my watch
that is if you let me
photos are from The Drifter and the Gypsy blog
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