“I was the center of my world, and the world was only mine.”
I built walls, not to keep others out, but to keep myself in. Everything beyond them seemed unimportant, blurred, a backdrop of my thoughts. Every question I asked ended in answers about me, every path I took circled back to where I stood.
I wasn’t cruel, just detached. Detached from what lay outside the boundaries of my own design. The silence around me wasn’t empty—it was filled with the hum of my own voice. And so, I stayed, wrapped in the safety of knowing only myself.