There are drawings of twisted lines and shapes gone wrong I always kept hidden

Masked is one of those drawings I drew several months ago but never showed to the world

It revealed the lie, the mask of stone and wood and stained glass I wore

but surely I was not ready to see it in such a naked fashion

Fear is the mortar that keeps these bricks standing

once you let go of a fear, the mortar becomes sand and the wall crumbles

It’s been two years this wall has started crumbling but it’s composed of so many fears making it a lengthy process

I used to think only you had a wall around your heart, but I was wrong

we both have the same wall separating your consciousness from mine and preventing us to be whole