fraudulent walls

when the cool evening air felt so fresh and light as it never had been for a long while, i wondered if those longstanding, gradually-built-up barricades and walls had been erected for nothing. but they had to have served a purpose - that they existed in the first place could not be for nothing. or was it only in this particular presence it was but defenceless? walls protect - not only those who set them up but also those kept out. but after getting so acclimatised within these reassuring confines, a reality of its own kind surfaced, fortifying itself while slowly nudging out the original reality - the real-er one. this was one such occasion this vaporous, formless breath of fresh air - yours - seeping through these dividers of realities with such ease and candour shattered that dichotomy and struck a tremor into the heart of these confines, tearing down not just barricades and fences and walls but also realities and false securities and that nerve-becalming confidence; enacting instead an invisible mirror compelling me to confront fears and false-confidences in their nonchalant faces. this was one such occasion i fervidly wished you would be walled away from this me.