Walls & Keys

note to self: read and reflect

InkBlots and IceBergs

“Her heart is a secret garden and the walls are very high.” – Author Unknown

It’s a tragedy, really. The way we build walls we ourselves cannot get past. How we would rather walk the predictable plateau of emptiness than dare ride the valley’s highs and lows; how we won’t even hope to soak the sun’s warm radiance at the peaks if it involves the slightest risk of plunging in the shadows’ cold darkness at the dips. How we burn bridges and mourn at the ashes. The way we daily put on our masks and expect the world to understand and accept who we truly are.

“Having perfected our disguise, we spend the rest of our lives searching for someone we don’t fool.” ― Robert Brault

They say opening your heart is always difficult, always a risk because “love and rejection get in the same way.

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