I crawled into the corner, and pondered what love is, was, and will be. Whatever the definition is, it was something that seems to elude me most of my life. This wonderful thing, fantastic in its greatest sense, was, is, and remains to be out of my grasp. Occasionally, I see glimpses of what might be, but the images fade fast and the memory of the emotions that arose inside of me dwindle slowly as I crawl out of a depression. And when I open my eyes, I return to that cold world. With the walls up, I look down at my shoes when I pass a stranger. How eager is someone willing to jump into a vulnerability situation when the entire past life of that person in those situations has caused nothing but pain? Sometimes less eager than others. Sometimes too eager to find what was once there if even for a few moments in time. All in all, each approach a mistake to be learned from. But yet, how many times must we make that same simple mistake before we can realize and learn from it? I lay myself out to you people. Nude I. Bare. Vulnerable. Who wants to be the first in line to hurt me?

Love knows no bounderies they say...

I disagree, sometimes... I am that wall. Impenitrable, and so full of myself, I stand proud. I am always right. The great berlin wall. The wall of china. Nay, Even greater. I am. One day, perhaps I will sell tiny pieces of my wall on the street corner for two dollars. I could even throw in a free windshield wash if you like. Would you buy then?

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