At the dead of night you visit, unexpectedly.
When the stars are at their brightest you appear before my closed eyes.
Human, I'm merely human,
and you know I'm at my weakest during the tranquil night.
You never visit during the day, because you know.
You know I'll be fine, I can hold my own.
From the moment I wake up I rebuild myself
from the fragments of memories and experiences,
to form a stronger me.
Like a castle of sand replacing the smooth surface that was once part of the beach,
I stand strong.
This grand architecture holds a fragile core,
protected by walls of the fortress.
A core so vulnerable, it threatens to shatter just like glass.
