i'm doing this out of a moment of weakness. (just got weaker... ashes and wine started playing)

how am i gonna recover. i'm still weak inside and the shell i'm building only perpetuates that fragility like the inside of a snail.

and no one may ever get to see that for a long time to come because i'm set on building this wall. the plastic wall between my heart and you. the iron curtain which gave the impression of might and strength and impregnability. but it only hid the nascent decay from within, and only prolonged the sudden, final and total collapse.