How strange we are. Those who fear what they crave. Who deny themselves what would heal the very wounds which they protect. Who shun those with open arms. They stand in the shadows, unseen, huddled to their delusional safety. Truly alone. Away from the warmth that'd bring them home. Why? Why are you so afraid of intimacy? Why do you choose to isolate? What if the only threat there ever was is the one you hide away with...what if it were within...not without. It's time to come home.