rebuilding babylon
i don't need to explain to anyone. i am tired of answering questions that are asked over and over and over. with my replies falling on deaf, and senile ears. i dare not exhaust the last few breaths i have.
there are no glass windows between us. i don't put up walls that are fragile, i build concrete walls instead. im tearing down all the bridges, closing the roads, covering up the tracks. and im building a house made of bricks without any doors. and i will rot myself into loneliness.
to reach me, you'd have to break it down.