Monday, January 18, 2010
The Door That Opens To A Wall
It doesn't matter what I say, I could be speaking portuguese for all the difference it would make. You are not hearing a single word, and you are so angry for such a silly reason. It's difficult to hear another point of view when you are so busy screaming your own at everyone. Your hurt and suffering is so loud I'm surprised you hear anything else. I wish I could open that door for you, and show you how to get to the world on the other side of it. But each time I open up that door I find nothing but a brick wall, blocking up the exit.