There is a quiet silence in my house. In the distance, if I strain my ears, I can hear a siren. Only briefly, gone now, replaced by the tweak-tweak of a single bird. The clock is constant though. The beautiful, big, silver alarm clock perched up upon the wall. Its red second hand the only fixed thing in my head today. I have many thoughts, you see, they swarm around and sometimes I find them drowning me. But that’s okay. They are mine — my thoughts, my ideas. My hopes and my dreams. Please do not fill my brain with yours. I can’t take it anymore. We do not share the same ideas, because we do not come from the same place. It’s simple, you see, no matter how much I love you, or how hard I pretend to be; those thoughts are yours, and shouldn’t always be shared with me. What companionship is that? You may ask, but please let me be. Don’t you see? Even your thoughts, kind reader, are not meant for me. Keep them to yourself, let them swell inside of you, for I’ve an army inside me. And I’ll defend myself on foreign territory. 

Our minds are a personal battlefield.