…sometimes i just write things…this i wrote for someone else. theyknowwhotheyare…x…
there is a wall.
it’s been built by circumstantial evidence, other people weighing in.
pushing their opinions on top of each other, splaying out their fingers through the mud of love.
there is a wall.
it’s taken so long to suppress it, repress it.
it builds back up, even though we deny it.
there is a wall.
we watched it as it grew tall.
and still, still i want it to fall.
there is a wall.
brick by brick, it harbours secrets and seeps into the back of our minds.
stone by stone, it leaves indelible marks on my hands as i scrape against it.
but, you can’t hear me behind that wall.
You can’t hear me at all.