I don’t let just anyone in because I am an island. And as an island surrounded by both vast skies and towering skyscrapers, I am afraid of intruders. It’s not just because I am an introvert; it’s bigger than that. It’s because more often than not, I am afraid of people who have tendencies of taking away the richness of my world then returning to the city with the treasures I once owned, I once cared for.
I don’t let just anyone in because I am a closed book. Although I can easily be read, I only allow those who really understand to move onto the next pages of my life. A little mystery wouldn’t hurt anybody, and I do not exempt myself from this. I don’t just entertain messages from people, especially clichéd and normal ones. I prefer the mystery that I exude because it would take an interesting, persistent soul to catch my attention. As time goes by, I continue to learn to keep my circle small and if ever someone dares to enter, I make sure to not pour my heart out every time I make interaction. Or at least just try to leave some for myself. I would always try my best to keep a few things about myself a secret, even for the meantime. I would always hold something back, not only because I don’t want to let it all out but because I want to leave something for myself.
I wish people could understand that I don’t build walls to keep others out. I do it out of necessity to protect whatever is left within me.
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