The wall

I remember it once being broken. My wall for the first time was finally out of the way, I was free from hiding, and I fully believed. I was happy. Or so I thought. Life's funny that way, it sometimes plays tricks on us. Making us think we're happy when we're actually in such misery. We're so oblivious with whats happening because on paper, this is what everybody's looking for. Naivety takes over us. We swallow in our doubts and fears. For that brief moment of the very short chapter of my life, you made me happy. But the chapter ended and as a conclusion I made you a regret. A mistake.

As the story continued itself after that chapter which I tried so hard to erase, but of course failed, I began to build that wall you suceded to break.

The wall is as new as ever now. It guards a shattered and fragile soul.

But now, I realize, as someone tries once again to bring the wall down,  what the wall's been guarding all along, isn't as wounded as I thought.

A new chapter is beginning. Only a few words written, but yet I find myself excited to read more.

Believing again is just apart of the story. Every chapter ends, I can only hope this one doesn't end the same.

X.