Walls are made to evade attacks. To protect and ensure the safety of what's inside.
As time goes by, walls weaken.
Cracks are becoming visible because of the continuous outside force, trying to reach what's inside. Trying to see the story behind.
As the cracks become wider and the wall crumbles, the once safe place is now out.
Opened for the outside world to see.
The thing inside got happy and scared. For the first time in its existence, the world is there for it to see. For it to feel. For it to explore.
The wall protecting the thing, fall to ruins. Everything is too vibrant and bright.
The thing enjoyed its time, admiring the world and the sun. How beautiful and magnificent it is. How everything has a specific thing to do. The sun to light up the day, the moon to give enough light at night, the trees to give shade and fruits for the empty stomach. It all just makes sense.
But then again, the weather changed. It poured rain then the sun shone bright again.
It's too much. Too much for the thing to feel. With all its might, the thing tried to blend in. Trying to take the sudden changes.
One minute, the sun is shining bright but another minute, it's already raining.
The changes take place again, and again and again.
Lost, hurt and tired, the thing take one last chance.
But the changes continued, without even an ounce of pity for the thing. Without any help from the outside force that ruined the wall.
With regrets drowning the thing, it picked up the pieces of its wall.
One by one, brick by brick, the thing rebuilt the wall. Stronger than ever. Taller and colder than ever.
Because the wall is now covered with metal. An iron wall made up of a tired and beaten thing.
With one last glimpse of the beautiful cruel world, the thing smiled, and swore to itself to never get out of the wall again.
Ever.
BINABASA MO ANG
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