Mans first creation to separate him from his own kind. Barriers to confine, protect, and even call to order of societies. The one desire humans have is to connect to one another and we build such things to separate?
Beautiful, lovely, weird, frustrating, annoying, pointless, important, over come them. Walls are the most difficult obstcyle to face, and is the most difficult thing to tear down, but any one can do it. just believe.
walls are not just physical structures that surround us they are also present in inside ourselves. walls protect us, let us have some private space etc.
walls have been of great importance since ages. old kingdoms building huge walls around their fort for protection against enemies.
some great old memories- sketching on the walls when we were young and decorating the walls with the poster of our favorite rock star or an inspiring person in our teens.
with the outside walls we should take care of our inside invisible walls too.we should build our inside walls strong enough to protect us from negativity,evils and fears.
but walls are always not pretty and comforting.they are often a sign of restriction,oppression and imprisonment.
I laughed. I knew there was no escape for her. She could yell and scratch at the solid wooden wall all she liked, it wasn’t going anywhere. I had her. I finally out smarted her pretty little face and sneaky little character. She finally got what she deserved. I slow death where, for once, no one would hear her.
I screamed his name. “Tyler! Tyler!” I was desparate for a reply. Some kind of sign that he was still breathing beyond this solid cold wall. They kept him in a cell as if he was an animal when all i wanted was to hold him. He didn’t do it. Tyler was innocent.
It was bad enough that the room was only a few feet wide, but with my terrible claustrophobia it felt even smaller. The walls were closing in around me. Screaming was pointless. I was going to die in a small coffin.
Die Hand unter seinem Fuß drückte ihn nach oben. Aber seine Fingerspitzen konnten noch nicht das Ende der Wand berühren.
“So wird das nie was!” Es war mehr ein stilles Fluchen zu sich selbst, aber sie fühlte sich als hätte er sie angesprochen.
“Dann nimm ab!”
Sie drückte ihn jedoch weiter in die Höhe und seine Finger griffen um die Kante.
The walls were closing in, but I had plenty of ways to escape. Too many. Like hoardes upon hoards of just endless capillaries, hallways, rooms, all begging me with anxious fingers to choose.
I’ve never been down this read before.
Maybe it’ll be nice.
But I deliberately picked my road to demise.
He screams. He knocks. In fact he pounds his fists against the wall. But he can’t break through to her. She doen’t answer. And he knows: If he can’t find a way to reach her, she won’t answer ever again.
These walls, they feel like they’re closing in on me. What an ugly color they are too, such a distasteful and pasty yellow. Why do they haunt me so? I’ve never done anything bad in the room they overlook, yet they continue taunting me.
I wish I could peek
Over your walls
I hear the joy
I sense the tears
But you stand stoic
Your eyes dart through
I wish I could peek
Over your walls
And see you laughing
I wish I could
walls are present in our everyday lives obviously. we sit with a wall, climb on a wall etc. a wall is usually made of bricks and used to protect a area, a wall is a creatio
Trapped in between 4 walls. Torture? I beg to differ. Who said walls had to be SQUARE and GREY? Why can’t they be artfully coloured, decorated, intricate with your personal hopes and dreams? If it were me, I’d love to spend even a whole day staring into the beauty of my wildest dreams.
Mans first creation to separate him from his own kind. Barriers to confine, protect, and even call to order of societies. The one desire humans have is to connect to one another and we build such things to separate?
Pink floyd made a lovely album about this. In reality, all we amount to is a bricks in a wall. How depressing is that?
Beautiful, lovely, weird, frustrating, annoying, pointless, important, over come them. Walls are the most difficult obstcyle to face, and is the most difficult thing to tear down, but any one can do it. just believe.
walls are not just physical structures that surround us they are also present in inside ourselves. walls protect us, let us have some private space etc.
walls have been of great importance since ages. old kingdoms building huge walls around their fort for protection against enemies.
some great old memories- sketching on the walls when we were young and decorating the walls with the poster of our favorite rock star or an inspiring person in our teens.
with the outside walls we should take care of our inside invisible walls too.we should build our inside walls strong enough to protect us from negativity,evils and fears.
but walls are always not pretty and comforting.they are often a sign of restriction,oppression and imprisonment.
I laughed. I knew there was no escape for her. She could yell and scratch at the solid wooden wall all she liked, it wasn’t going anywhere. I had her. I finally out smarted her pretty little face and sneaky little character. She finally got what she deserved. I slow death where, for once, no one would hear her.
I screamed his name. “Tyler! Tyler!” I was desparate for a reply. Some kind of sign that he was still breathing beyond this solid cold wall. They kept him in a cell as if he was an animal when all i wanted was to hold him. He didn’t do it. Tyler was innocent.
It was bad enough that the room was only a few feet wide, but with my terrible claustrophobia it felt even smaller. The walls were closing in around me. Screaming was pointless. I was going to die in a small coffin.
crumble, please; she’s on the other side.
Die Hand unter seinem Fuß drückte ihn nach oben. Aber seine Fingerspitzen konnten noch nicht das Ende der Wand berühren.
“So wird das nie was!” Es war mehr ein stilles Fluchen zu sich selbst, aber sie fühlte sich als hätte er sie angesprochen.
“Dann nimm ab!”
Sie drückte ihn jedoch weiter in die Höhe und seine Finger griffen um die Kante.
people have walls around them to protect themselves from getting hurt. But when you love someone, the bricks on the wall begin to fall.
The walls were closing in, but I had plenty of ways to escape. Too many. Like hoardes upon hoards of just endless capillaries, hallways, rooms, all begging me with anxious fingers to choose.
I’ve never been down this read before.
Maybe it’ll be nice.
But I deliberately picked my road to demise.
He screams. He knocks. In fact he pounds his fists against the wall. But he can’t break through to her. She doen’t answer. And he knows: If he can’t find a way to reach her, she won’t answer ever again.
Frigid, colder then I expected.
And limiting.
They’re all so affected.
It sickens me.
These walls, they feel like they’re closing in on me. What an ugly color they are too, such a distasteful and pasty yellow. Why do they haunt me so? I’ve never done anything bad in the room they overlook, yet they continue taunting me.
walls.
better than humans.
worse than friends.
we talk, they listen.
we start, they stop.
we are humans.
they are walls.
The walls are falling down, the children are running free. They fall into their father’s arms, and dance under the stars.
I wish I could peek
Over your walls
I hear the joy
I sense the tears
But you stand stoic
Your eyes dart through
I wish I could peek
Over your walls
And see you laughing
I wish I could
walls are present in our everyday lives obviously. we sit with a wall, climb on a wall etc. a wall is usually made of bricks and used to protect a area, a wall is a creatio
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Trapped in between 4 walls. Torture? I beg to differ. Who said walls had to be SQUARE and GREY? Why can’t they be artfully coloured, decorated, intricate with your personal hopes and dreams? If it were me, I’d love to spend even a whole day staring into the beauty of my wildest dreams.