What happens when all sanctuaries are taken?
When there is no-where else you can speak and not be heard but still seen.
No more secrets can be uttered.
I am not one who keeps secrets.
I am one who reveals, but only in sanctuaries.
I frustrate, for I can no longer let them be known anymore.
To live this life by myself in my head.
(To be edited and continued. Gushed this out in 3 minutes. Title to be reconsidered (too sterile). Worthy material for writing, that’s all I can say of who I am right now. Let not the blog be taken as well. Please.)
(Well, I really hope that sanctuary is not taken. Tell me it’s just a figment of my ever-fertile imagination.)