I was loved. From the hearsay.
I was missed. From the stories told.
I was a sweet kid from the block. From the vines telling.
Wall has ears.
The wind gave strength to the voices.
Help them to spread out the words. The unspoken one, the spoken one, and the untold one.
Time has no mercy. They bring out the bad and bury the good. Bleak. Like no other.
The dog keeps barking in my ear. Give me no room for breathing. And hear no other voices. That soothes me out, that gives me peace, that brings serenity and harmony in me.
Is it my fault that I have changed?
Is it my fault that I have no charm anymore
Is it my fault that I'm not in your positive mind?
Because now I'm by myself.
On the brink of nothingness.
Just a few inches from the sixth foot that keep bothering me and give me the courage to jump down from the land.
Maybe the wind will give me a little lift, so I could feel the hugs.
The hugs that I've missed.
