My shelter maybe small but its strong. Built by insecurities, fears & tears. Interlocking bonds holdin it to mi all the time. At times da shelter becoms a strain to mi. However, most of the time, i'm glad i'd built it. Sharin my closest moment wid it, runnin away from all my problems and hide in it safely, coverin my eyes and cry.
Wher no one goes, its all in it.. I'm stil buildin it, enhancin its structure. Perhaps one day some one will break it and carry mi away in his arms. Wher in his arms, i find comfort, happiness, securities, trust and love. Maybe ere's no maybe. Either my construction is damn good, maybe he jux wun haf da patience to break it wid all his effort and time.........