The Glass Wall

You look at me. You smile.
I'm lost in your eyes. I smile.
I hold out my hand to touch you, I can see, a little more. I feel the warmth of your skin and I close my eyes. My hand touches something cold and smooth, it is not your skin.
The glass wall.
I step back, with tears in my eyes. It is there again, why?
I see you, so close to me, and I cannot touch you.

Once upon a time you entered my mind. Once upon a time I entered your mind. I took all my masks off for you and I was what I never was with no one else. But not you. Slowly you were building the glass wall, building it around me. Building it with smiles and you wrote "I love you" on it.
Sometimes I find the strength to shatter the wall, I think it's just glass and it will fall under my blow and shatter. Every time all I can do is to crack it. And every time you manage to change the glass with a new, thicker one.
One day I will stop wanting to shatter the glass. One day I will stop looking back, to the glass wall, to you. One day...
Until then I will write with my tears "I love you" and "Don't walk away" and I will fall on my knees. I will show myself weak, I will lower myself. And you will keep watching me from the other side of the glass and you will laugh.

07.10.2008
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