Talking Walls
nostalgic and always present,always watching,in silence staring and un judging,giving neither
aid nor caution.,resiliate and unforgiving,unwavered by time and age,these titans,the walls of
the mind,secure and comforting with their cold blank stare..seemingly ever present,limiting
growth to only within their boundary,deeming the outside alien and unexplored,unreaching
and yet they are the sole defenders of what lies within,keeping secrets of all ages,..solace is
within them..and the unexpected lies beyond,stunted is the mind that thinks only within and
gifted is that that searches beyond,safe is the mind within,open is that that wonders
beyond...the scribes of gathered memories,the ones that always remember that that was
forgotten..they are the graceful hand that raises and the merciless that cuts down. The
judges of the sane and the tormentors of the insane,the dictators of what is outwardly
perceived and the wisperers of delicate secrets,hands of the creative and the tears of the
paranoid,your best and worst friend is these walls.
Copyright © Aaron Kibirige | Year Posted 2010
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