Simple and stupid things from a stupid and simple person

I make my tower but call you home

I made my tower out of thin paper and broken pencils. its made out of years of hatred and pity and loathing. I thought my tower would be a safe place for years to come but I soon realized it was made of the wrong things. I should have paid more close attention to the story of the three little pigs, maybe if I had I would have known that a truly safe tower needs to have a safe foundation to sit upon and sturdy walls to keep everything out. Even though I knew that this tower would do me more harm than good I still stayed, I returned everyday waiting for the next piece to crumble and leave me more exposed than before. I thought that this tower was my home and safe haven but its not. I realized this when you came around. at first I didn't listen and fought with you every time you tried to show me how much more this tower was hurting me than protecting me. I thought I needed to keep everyone out in order to be safe but you showed me different. You showed me that I didn't need to keep myself locked away, that not everyone had ill intentions, you showed me that this tower was not my home and safe haven. you showed me that home is not a place but a feeling. a feeling I only get with you..