A blanket and a mat. Vunerable.
No clothes, no pencils, no book;
Just a naked body and a naked soul.
No privacy, all my on display
Unable to do anything but think.
Nothing to read but the memories,
No way to create but to dream.
3 walls and a window to my soul
never so exposed, so bare.
Now I’ve built new walls,
Covered the window forever.