Unwritten

Live In My House
I’ll Be Your Shelter…

Shelter.. protection from the elements, the world outside. I am true to my name, a determined guardian. I find that the more i open myself to the world around me, the more i can and do get hurt. The more people i allow access to my heart, the more i want to shelter them from the harshness of the world. Its my purpose, one of the things that bring me to life, and suck it away from me.

Maybe i care too much? Many people who have taken permanent residence in the neighborhood of my heart dont even know it. They’ve acquired a winged deamon guardian who battles from the shadows. A Deamon that remains hidden, striking without a word or a sound.

And yet the Deamon is flawed… I wish many things, I wish i could be there always for everyone… I wish i could be “the hero” that saves the day. I wish i could protect them from everything, and let them lead a peaceful happy life.

But it has been said that “some of the foulest, evilest of deeds have been done with the best of intentions…”

And i have my own creatures to deal with.