Isn't this beautiful? The same place, the same walls I used to be in. They didn't change, even though I did. Like they wanted me to change, to see where I stand, to be or not to be, the choice.
Oh dear walls, you knew it, my mind never accepted my heart. But you let me go, in the wilderness where I can't survive. Maybe to make me stronger and better, so that when I again start inscribing on you, my heart doesn't drench in my pain but to give me peace.