BEHIND THE WALL

That's when I fall.

All around me are the voices of all the others. They are empty too. I cannot see, yet form appears.

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, but the beholder is blind.

Shape forms. Warmth feelings surround me and bring me to my feet.

I open my mouth to listen to the others' voices.

A feeling so close to them, like we're one in the same. Two sides of the same snake.

We gather the emptiness from each other and fill ourselves up.

I return to myself, from the moment I fell.

I see where the others have stood. I see their words in the sun.

All too warm, and I feel myself on uneven ground. Everything is empty.

But in this, I am not alone. And in that, we are full. We are behind the wall.