bar·ri·er

If I built up a wall, would you climb up to see me?

You didn't need to destroy it. All you had to do was to peek over the wall; making sure that I was still okay.

You didn't need to break it down. All you had to do was to peek over the wall; making sure that I could still hold myself down.

You didn't need to wreck it. All you had to do was to peek over the wall; making sure that I was still breathing.

So, if I built up a wall, would you climb up to see me?

(Despite knowing the answer, I still wanted you to voice it.)

"No, I wouldn't."

 t y n s

  on the road, going home

   and of course, under the rain

       .

So, I'm going to tell you a short story. 

Suddenly, it was raining and no one occupied the seat next to me on the bus. I told myself that I needed to finish one chapter of the novel that I borrowed from my sis. But then I just wanted to write out of blue. And yeah, this shortie was born. I think a lot about barrier these days, like...yeah. But really, it doesn't work the other way around. Do you get it? I want to, yet I can't. Really, it doesn't work the other way around. I won't be you, know that. So yeah, it really doesn't work the other way around. 

Well, anyway, words are just words (laughs). Not really, actually. I say it a lot because concealing is easier than revealing. Now you know, guys (no one reads this). It's actually just a meaningless information but I just want to let you know. I need to end this.

Please, stay healthy and be happy, sweethearts.