Upon your first impressions of me, you wouldn’t know that sometimes I sit alone on a hill overlooking the inhabitants of my world with nothing but the quiet, dark recesses of my mind. A place where I can see and notice things most people ignore. Always watching, never acknowledged. This is my safe haven, my refuge, my asylum. In this sanctuary, I am free of all chains I’ve unintentionally bound myself with - chains characterized simply by my inability to allow myself to feel the deepest and truest affections of another person, holding me back from any contingencies of love. Only here do I willingly confess my cowardice discomposure of the beauty that comes with such affections. Only here, in this sanctuary, do I allow myself to make the depths of my heart, the yearnings of my soul accessible. Only here do I make my fears known. What if I were to put my full trust in someone only to have them betray me? What if I’m incapable of loving another? What if I end up losing myself? You see, it is because of these hidden worries that I have created this sanctuary. Without this place, my fears and weaknesses would be exposed - a possibility I cannot seem to cope with. And where is this place, this refuge you may ask? Look no further, I should say, because mine is a place only accessible in the depths of my mind.