Surely , I Will Never Be Saved

there are places pregnant with faith

but I never felt heavenly there

there's always more

You joke about this fort I’ve made for myself. How I treat my days so delicately , never really letting anyone stop by for too long. It’s all a novelty, this bliss I find in being a recluse. I’m, angry because you have taken the time to pull the truth from whatever string of nonsense falls out of my mouth. You’re a scientist these days, and see right through my elaborate facades. Things are never going to be the way they once were. You hold my hand and we sit.

“ You see, this is nice.”