October 30th, 2010
Walls Down
Pain’s a feeling, pain’s a memory.
Look athwart and see him through.
A look of great stature, a soul of low morale.
Dost care, he needs. Dost love, he pleads.
Whilst he acts like a play, heed on his reality.
See him through, look athwart.
If clarity befalls him,
regard naught his talks, but his whispers.
-tkwolf October 2010.
That short writting above was inspired by the song I’m not alright by Sanctus Real «-Click that to listen
