You are safe inside your mind. No one can reach you there.
Her heart was a secret garden and the walls were very high.
My sorrow is my castle.
There are places in my heart...where no living soul...has...or can ever...trespass.
I have my books And my poetry to protect me; I am shielded in my armor, Hiding in my room, safe within my womb. I touch no one and no one touches me. I am a rock, I am an island.
That is what hatred is. It will feed you and at the same time turn you to rot. It is hard and deep and angular, a system of blockades. It is everything and total. Hatred is a high tower. In the Wilds, I start to build, and to climb.
"But you're the toughest son of a b!&€# i've ever seen.You never let anybody get near you.You never let anybody know what you really think.
And keeps the palace of the soul.
