blockade

me and you, my dear, we are alike. we both have chosen to bury our heads into the earth not to see the truth. we both cling to an irrelevant past, foolishly thinking it still heralds a future. but how mistaken we are! that past, as meaningful as it has been, is past, and it's lost within the sands of time. and so are the feelings - what remains of that past is an empty shell made of need, and nothing else. by ignoring that fact, my friend, we are only keeping us from feeling that way again. by clinging to a time that should be forgotten already, we are merely building a blockade around our hearts. a blockade like a stone wall made for not letting anyone or anything in.