i can\'t escape these walls built of brick,
enclosing me, surrounding me
half a dozen speckles of light emerge from tiny holes in the stone
i run my hand down the terracotta wall,
bumpy, like prickles the soles of my feet once collected,
as i dashed through the meadow
filled with sharp blades of grass
oh how naive of me
every time i crack, break, demolish the brick,
there\'s another wall waiting for me, patiently, on the other side
however, it is comforting, even reassuring,
if there was no wall after the next,
i\'d fear i would float away
- 06.03.19