The Writing

I did not know what to expect when somebody turned the lights on...and then dimmed...I remember words...I remember voices...I remember songs...beautiful melodies...at first timid...next thing I knew I was able to see so many creatures...some very recognizable...others a lil too enigmatic...I could feel them on my skin...show them thru my eyes...when I spoke no one heard...suddenly I start to recognize faces...some very avid...others noncommittal...others melancholic...but all were very interested...the music got loud...the voices stronger...the arms embracing...some times I felt left at the corner...but most of the time I was there participating actively...even if no body noticed or bother to care...I'll always be here...now faces has a peculiar looking....there is a pachanga...but they are sad...yes I can see people laughing...I can see their smiles...but they are not happy...I see the change in their eyes...I've witnessed they lines and colors week after week...I have learned so much myself...I can see the world not with my square eyes...but see it with my inner self...open to different approach...open...wide open...my physical space do not hold me...no longer...I can travel without moving...I can fly with no wings...I am free...

                                                                                                                                              The Wall