I am a house.

Some, I invite in.

A few have ventured beyond the main rooms, the parlor, the kitchen...

A handful have even ventured beyond the main floor. To the eager thoughts and introspections that sit outside any casual conversation.

And maybe one or two have seen where I rest. Where inhibitions fall away. Where I retreat to forget the pace of the world and the judgments that so often bind me there.

But there is a room so dark that I can only guess what lies within.

This space I can only blindly wander through.

This place that I would never invite you in.