stripping away layers of walls
walls that keep you from knowing me… getting close.
because while I think I know what getting close is. I just keep getting close to this wall.
and its cold brick
on my face…
hearing the muffled sounds on the other side , are you saying my name.
scratch…scratch… claw
pound!
chip away at it. But…
I hear nothing on the other side. Only wishes and dreams.
a prison of the mind
a prison of the mind.
A past life, reborn. a karma that must be paid. So I sit and wait for you this time.
Will i be dead by the time you realize? will time be the enemy once again?
The curse of evil Kronos who despises us both , I beg you in the name of aphrodite to wake up…and see
me.
then we can be.
as we were.
and will be.
