Walls are only made by mankind, most definitely the walls around ones soul, the barriers placed to detour others, the barricades to keep one cold, There is hope on day a great blockade runner will sweep down the fortifications of the heart, but, until that day a great tower will reside over the soul

the most dire of isolations are the ones spawned by ones innermost desire to diverge from solitude,

a vast journey lay ahead, and i without a map must push on, journey forth into the forest of dawn, and without party emerge unto a new stream of life where wild life thrive, and perhaps one day to find this land, the stream of sociality.

the Tired dream of paradise in slumber in its bed, its nodding head has gone to sleep, attaching to its rest, and all travellers that may pass attempt to wake its head ; for only dream of paradise will rise when they are dead,

where from did fathom dull retreat to hide unto the land? and of this traveller to his cave, and blood upon his hand l the blood of unknown traveller he shunned upon his walk, could it be this path he has set is only set in chalk?

Smoke and mirrors are my life, my truth is all not known, the truth is hidden from even me,deep in undertones,

when is it one in pain should speak, when is an outcry just, is it now those stone turbulations will never turn to dust, and is it fair to moan at all life has given you? it is said for many have more pain, but theirs pain is mere,ly physical, do they not know comunity ; love? they are blessed.

Is a wish worth having? how does the hope provided weigh against the crushing outcome, onto the tender fortification of the heart? it would seem as I have taken stand at No. Its rare bounty holds not the pace to the blackened harm cast toward the inner being, the raging malice gainst inertia toward the core, but am I mssing something? could it be the few gainst from the answered dreams are worth the pangs of dissapointment? would it be possible to transform at such a late hour?

Doubt is no minority in my mind, it sweeps its harsh hand across my mind's populous like the cruel christian oppression of the west.