Today I should have been very careful cause I left my armor at home. Even after th sweet smell of justice, I was haunted by a shadow of a strange tower looming over my strength &sensitivity. I was wrapped in a mantle of preventable emotions that attacked me when I was tilted 30 degrees to the Earth. I wasn't fortified. You couldnt have caught me anyway. With my warm bed, th heaps of clothes, these photographs, th loneliness, money, my diary &my ego, wasn't what I wanted from life. It unmistakably protected me from myself; from bliss- utterly convinced I was obsessed in seeking it all along. Every word I say has chains around its ankles &every thought I think is weighted with heavy weights. I trapped myself.