WALLS.

“A wall will be put up in front of a mountain.

And in less than 100 years

people will stop asking its purpose

and rather walking by the wall instead

But then one day, somebody new,

 maybe a tourist, a child, or even an alien

will ask

"Have you ever wondered what’s beyond that wall?"

But the people of the city are going to care more about the wall 

than the beauty behind it

Due to the fact that they’ve been around it

for years.” 

-Me

I see walls everywhere. Architecturally, socially, creatively. There’s always a boundary. The walls that are built for the purpose of confining expression. They ask us to work against ourselves, to reach an end goal that you’re expected to just accept. 

Since birth, they tell us to use our words and not cry. But universally, crying expresses things that words can’t show. The longing and frustration of separation. The unbridled rage you get during a fight with your father knowing he'd never hit your sister the way he hits you. The strongest emotions are shown without words. And something beautiful is found in that silence. The most beautiful things in life come without words. I feel that nearly all of our problems (Humanity’s, I mean) stem from relying on words, instead of other fronts of expression. I might be stupid though, idk.