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.