The Tiles

I'm up against the wall, face first, being eased into what I believe is my destiny. They tell me were all walking inside the walls, that we are living and breathing. I can see it now, cracked faces and crippled souls keeping themselves busy. The tears flow down my face, my hand reaches out to them, and I try, as hard as I can to save whoever will stay on this side with me. I've accepted being partly in the dream and partly in the wall. Not too many people will ever be able to be half unsure and half grounded, but yes, that is the beauty. That beautiful uncertainty.
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