Intruder.

I was standing at the top and I was there because I had earned it.  I had learned to think with my head and not my heart.  I was bullet proof, at least thats how I felt.  Reinforced Steel.  Clear headed and assertive.  Confident and collected… alone.

But loneliness is dangerous.  And in my search for companionship I found a beautiful gift.  I opened up the gates to my fortress and let it in.  It was a trojan horse.  Now there is an intruder within my walls and they have severed the perfect portrait of my life into confetti.  I’m trying to put it back together and even though the pieces correlate, the picture is abstract.

I want to fix it.  I want to put the pieces back to the way they were before but the intruder tells me that the discord is beautiful.  I have a hard time swallowing this.