Border – a Six Sentence Story
It was always meant to keep people out, not everyone, there is a door of course, one I’ve locked up tight and hidden away the key.
I built it stone by stone, piece by piece with my own two hands and it’s served its purpose well.
I’ve made a home behind this wall, where it’s comfortable, safe, and warm.
The only way in is to be invited, and sometimes even then, I may ask my guests to leave.
It’s quiet here, so very quiet here, sometimes it is too quiet here.
It was always meant to keep people away, a border between them and me, but sometimes I forget the way out and the only one in here is me.
The Qwiet Muse 
With that photo above your SSS, it depicts something so uninviting, but I can also imagine a warm fire in a fireplace, lots of books, some lamps spreading light over its inhabitant, the smell of a loaf of bread baking, etc. Some very close friendships with a chosen few no doubt have developed over the years within these walls. So, yes, this could indeed be a place of refuge and quiet, but it was never meant to be a jail. Within the great outdoors there are beautiful places of refuge and quiet with light to brighten the heart and mind. Great SSS.
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In crowded places , a person can be alone when he builds an unseen border around himself to isolate himself away.
https://ideasolsi65.blogspot.in/2017/08/border-hope-and-homecoming.html
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This kind of border can help you have time to adjust to whatever you needed the border for in the first place, but it can easily be used too much, and that may be just as much of a problem! Great take on the prompt! 🙂
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I have a place like that in my mind. It keeps me sane – I think!
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I like quiet! Good job.
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Ah! but wasn’t it John Donne that wrote “No man is an island, entire of itself…any man’s death diminishes me, because I am involved in mankind; and therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; it tolls for thee.” Just saying!
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excellent Six
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And at least there is wifi, internet behind that wall. You got six sentences out, with a little prompting.
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😁I would have to rethink my existence behind the wall if the wifi couldn’t get in! THIS is my social life!
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So well written, this–and I can relate.
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Thank you ❤️ It can be a struggle . . . But only now and then. I tend to enjoy my introversion 😊
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You’re welcome 🙂 At 65, I really enjoy mine 🙂
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There is a difference between fences/good boundaries and walls.
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Truth. I often go straight for the walls . . .
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Reblogged this on cabbagesandkings524 and commented:
The Muse, musing on a boundary.
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There can be too much of a good thing, and undoing such a border is hard, slow work.
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True story . . . Typically, I enjoy my little sanctuary here behind the walls I’ve built, but every now and then, I long to venture out. Problem is, when I do, I want to run back in!
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I know the pleasure of sanctuary and find it easy to stay put. Its not so much that venturing out is scary, as that its just complicated out there.
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