I built a house
A house just for me
I spent my whole life building it
It kept me safe
I needed to get out
But I hadn’t built any doors
Or windows
My house was a cage
So I tore down the walls
Ripped off the roof
Carved up the floor
Until my house was gone
But the cage remained
I was trapped
In my imaginary house
My cage of the mind
Solitary confinement
So I made a key
To let others in
But I kept it
Hid it in my cage
And now I’m here
With a broken house
And a useless key
Just broken and useless
But I have an idea
I’ll build a new house
A house just for me
I might spend my whole life building it
But it won’t be a cage
I won’t need a key
To let others in
They’ll want to join me
In this new house
The house just for me
Will have rooms for them
Places for friends
And even for me
My new house won’t be a cage
It won’t be a prison
It won’t be a trap
It will be better
It will be a house
Some days the sun will shine on it
And some days the sky will pour down
But on all days it will be my house
And you’re welcome to come inside
-Vyperchild, who can’t help but be vague. For now. Sorry.
** Hello friendly note thingys, how I’ve missed you. We’ll see each other again soon, I’m sure.
To my friends, I’m sorry. You’ve given me so much and asked for so little. You owe me nothing and I owe you everything. I know I’m a pain, and a nuisance, and I whinge a lot. And I’m sorry for that. I haven’t been well. And I might not get better. But I’ll give it a try, because even if I can’t give you everything I wish I could, I can at least try to give you me. Thanks for sticking with me. It means more than I can say. **