I disclaim everything.
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She's blind and barefoot in this world, but she refuses to let that stop her. She has compensated. She harbors her secret fears deep. But the world is what it is and it doesn't favor the weak. So walls are constructed and that is easy. The hard part is when someone wants in. Softness is a luxury and something to be despised, not understood. Something for those who live sheltered lives inside walls that they literally construct to keep out the things that would literally rip them limb from limb for what they have, or what they've done have. They don't know which, nor do they think about it too much. It is the way it is. But the guards are there, nevertheless. There are tiny soldiers standing guard around her heart as well. She refuses to give them names, or to even acknowledge they exist, but they are there, just inside the walls. As backup.
His heart is soft and sweet and light as summer. Given, taken, feelings that float back and forth like lemurs playing on a hearty breeze. These days though, as it hangs heavier and soggier with all the things that he must do. MUST DO. He has no choice, it is his destiny. It seems wrong somehow, like tethering a butterfly. But for the most part, he gracefully accepts and moves on, finding joy in small places and sheltering the ones that he loves with the power that he knows will someday need to be used for great and terrible things that MUST BE DONE. He does not travel light.
She doesn't understand. If it were her heart, there would be less baggage, and more walls.