This is crappy, Shreya. I gave it up. Anyway, this is what I tried-
did you know you were building a prison? piece by piece, surrounding yourself with things that own you, trying protect yourself from the unfamiliar wind bellows through. piling up someone elses creations in careful, decided patterns
praying and willing them together,
hoping that hope will bind them together.
until it all comes crumbling down, crushing you beneath it.
this light you speak of, the one you say guides you. did you know that it also blinds you? where there is light, there is fire, where there is fire, there is a smoke screen.