Too soon the shield from those who's opinions affect dimly will recede.
To leave the skirting board warmth and soft sure cold of familiar cramped space, but space enough to grow to extents fully known.
Pulling the limb to force the vessel over borders and limits and make it wrestle against due orders for sake its own.
Simple happy places times and memories that horrify the free to do and be without.
Never forgettable fortune razes the darkness from my mind and offers no home to this recently brightened, now frightened frail and quivering liberated frame.
Sweeping chill of warmth invention, from uncruel intentioned invigorating hopeful blundering well doer.
Save me from this later.
One last spin in the darkness please.