Some of us give up the fight, and shun people and society by locking ourselves away in houses surrounded by walls of tall prickly flowers: no one dare approach or you will be hurt. Blast ’em before they hurt you.
We are intense in everything that we do, this includes brooding. We will scare you and you will not understand where we’ve disappeared to, what deep chasm within ourselves we’ve slipped into to find solitude and room to expand; where we find the silence to think. Love us there, in that dark ...