The walls

Built them slowly. One brick at a time. Jagged, smooth, black, colourful, symmetrical, assymmetrical. Not sad. Not special. Just numb. Numb walls that silence the longing. Soundproof to drown out the cries of passion. Waterproof to expel the tears that try to push thier way through the cracks to flow endlessly. Sincere. Not hard nor ruthless. Cold? Sometimes. Indifferent? Mostly.
The light shines through them though. To illuminate. The heart still sees what the eyes choose to miss. The heart sees but does not feel. The heart learns but does not ache. The heart enjoys but does not hope. The heart smiles its sad smile. The heart always smiles. Never giving up. The heart believes what the mind denies. The endless struggle taking its toll on its beholder. Worn out by time. Restless by nature.
Flowing like the soft currents in the river. Peaceful. Moving. The rays of the sun reflected. Sometimes glowing. Other times dull. But always there. Constant as time. Reliable.
Broken and fixed every single time.
The walls do not keep out the sun.
The sun always shines on its beholder......always.