the wall

the little wall

And sometimes its bad.

And those times, I have to lie in the bed that I've made and wait for my wall to

build
build
build

back up. My workers will fix it, but those naughty nymphs? And those cheeky cherubs? Yup, they'll be back tomorrow. Armed with your words, our moments, and lighting their blow torches with our sparks, ready to

break
break
break

down my walls again. And I'll be left - Defenseless and only with the echoes those tools left behind.

.