If you want to know what it feels like, this is what I can compare it to so you can understand my world, imagine an overwhelming sense of betrayal every time you meet someone that you like, imagine feeling like you have turned your back on yourself and there is no other way but to surrender, to admit yourself back into the prison, lock the door and throw the key out of the window yourself.
Then you may have an idea.
The four walls of your soul; your sanctuary, your love affair, your hell and heaven.
Now why would I want to leave such a poetic prison, such a pond of prose and a tomb that protects? What possible human can offer that?
Humans are never enough.
Art belongs to David Uzochukwu