The thin red line

It is not something that I can show you. Not in the same way by which I can show you the brown colour of my eyes, the worn black of my clothes, the colourless chaos of my drafts. It's something you have to see for yourself, the thin red line drawn faintly around me in a closed circle. Like a warning, drawn only for those few people who are meant to be part of our lives, so that they learn: outside there was me, but here I truly begin. My own inner circle, the one that very few people in my life will have access to. Now and then, there is someone that can cross the line - but those who do must act with care, for they are in my own sanctuary. That's the most sacred rule: one can be there, but one cannot change anything. Everything there has an order, a reason for being there in that exact place. Come in, do stay, do not touch anything.Watch, don't touch. That's the primal rule. You break it, you'll be closed out.