commitment issues aren't far from heart, and it strengthens the shell we built after them countless rejections. and upon every self-inflicted devastation, we realize that it's no longer doing us good. this armour's fit for one - no wonder it's so difficult to get out of.
what does truth look like then aside from sincerity and your cross-my-hearts? we tell ourselves and we're convinced that yes, it is within the presence of the other, that you reaffirm your ideals, your values, your fuckin' principles. coz that wall's capable of sweet echo.
we are our own persons - but without our closers we're nothing but hermits. this wall's built for us, upon the shells we've struggled to break.