The fortress

All around.
Too high to climb.
Too deep to dig under.
Sealed off.
There are no doors.
No windows.
A perfect safe place.
A perfect prison.
I lived here for so long.
Protected from everything around me.
Nothing could get to me.
Until one day.
You stood in front of me.
In my prison.
With no way in.
You managed to appear.
You stayed.
You made my prison a home.
This prison, which should keep everything out.
Finally feels right, since you came.
From within these walls, where i kept everything out.
I now ask you to stay.

Journey in your head

Listening to the waves on the beach
is like beginning a journey in your head.
Close your eyes and you get carried away.
To places you are eager to go.
Sometimes right back home.
Sometimes to find yourself
at the very same place
where you just closed your eyes.
– sanados