my walls

i am worthless, small, stupid, insignificant, ineffectual, human, slowly, dying. how many times in a day does such a thought cross the frail human mind? yet here i am, holding the key to my own power, righteous, enlightened, firm. i have built my walls greater than ever before. they are thicker, stronger, taller, wider, made with better materials, by better craftsmen, in a better place. they are resistant to fire and disease. they contain all my secrets, my desires, my spirit. they protect my virgin-hood. my walls can only be flooded, from the heavens above.