Walls.

Sometime we do these thing.
These little little things.
Day in and day out.
Sometimes we do some other things.
Thing to survive, things we're responsible for, things that make us happy, things that need to be done.
We bathe, we try and finish what our boss wants finished, we meet friends over some coffee or beer, we take public transport.


On some other days, we think of what to do, what needs to be done, what is right versus what feels right.
On the days when the two are the same, we thank God.
On the days they aren't, we find ourselves wrapped up in these trivialities. Looking for signs, ideas, direction. Hearing but rarely listening.

And on all most all of these days we forget, to do those things, that make us believe. That let us dream. That let us be, who we always wished we could be.

We have these mind games, we all have them.
They distract us.
From what is real. From what we are too afraid to feel, from who we are too scared to be.

And on one of those rarest of rare moments of clarity we do get, we are left.
Wondering.
What if the walls came down.
What then?