I thought you knew me
I really F#*ing believed
You knew me
I guess I was wrong
I guess I perceived something that was not there
Am I mad
I was
I was livid because of the wall you built
You know why walls are built?
Out of fear
What if you were wrong
What if …you…were…wrong!
Everyone changes
But the core of them stays the same
Circumstances change
You block because you do not want to hurt
But you’re not scared to be the one who hurts
It’s okay
It’s always okay
The sun will rise
The moon will rise
Pain will eventually disappear
Memories though
They do not fade so easily








hello beautiful Fia I am guilty of building walls I started doing it when I was a child really now it happens without me thinking and my personality just shifts…I feel your pain beautiful expression❤️
Thank you Crimsin. I appreciate you and thank you for your understanding.
Mic Drop!
Haha, Thank you Damian;)
Chère F.,
My good intentions solution would be:
Choose someone who whispers in your ear how good you are how talented and how beautiful.
When the balance shifts, build wall to keep the good feelings in. And you’ll be as OK as I see you. And let me tell you a little surprise: I’m not the only one who can’t wait to tell you.
Believe me!
Warmest greetings, Gus
Thank you Gus, I needed to hear that;))
Maybe so, dear F.
But you so very much deserve it!
I send or sent (what do I know) love from a small tent in the south of France.
And the more I share it, the richer I feel.
Warmest greetings, Gus
Excellent way to explain why walls are built, and then they wonder why they are so scared.
Nicely penned.