20/30: Walls

I…

Walls were meant to be torn down…


II…

There is no way of knowing if we are trying to keep others out or trying to keep ourselves in…


III…

There is a big difference…


IV…

There is a brick for every eXpectation that led to disappointment. For every broken heart, broken promise, and fragment of innocence. Life makes us into masons, so do not judge the dimensions of mine while you hide behind your own…


V…

I dare you to climb mine. Put in the effort it takes to understand its purpose. Scale with no harness. Nothing to catch you if you fall. And should you reach the top, peer over. I will acknowledge your accomplishment. And, maybe, I will pull a brick from its place…


VI…

I will not be holding my breath during your eXpedition…


VII…

Your wall is not as high as you think it is. And you’re not as crafty as you claim yourself to be. You left an opening… a peephole… to spy on those who try to reach you. Watch us stand at the gate… knocking… calling… crying… You observe. Do not respond. Do not offer entrance. You press ear to door. Listen closer. Take delight in our pain. But, what you don’t realize is that I’ve found your secret. I can see you, too…


VIII…

Instead of building up, you’ve built in. Layering foundation after foundation. Ritualistic brick-laying. It is a wonder you can even breathe at all. You have entombed yourself. So far from the rest of humanity. I can hear your heart beating. Loudly. Door knocker banging against bone. Calling to be released. But, I can only climb. Stretch forth arms, but I can’t reach you. How I wish that I could see you…


IX…

I have all the necessary hardware to demolish the cemented insecurities that keep us from getting closer. But, I highly doubt you’re worth the labor…


X…

Here… Have another brick…