Photo by Eduardo Guillen

Excuse me while I pull myself into this little circle.
My protection is my solitude. 
Come see me when I’m better, 
come demand me when I’m well.
But, for now, I’m not available.
The hands of time have stopped
for everything outside my guarded position, within
my little circle.

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