Follow your heart

CAUGHT BETWEEN WALLS

“Where am I? Should I even write in your pages, my diary? I need to be honest with someone, but perhaps only with myself. I am caught between walls—it’s chess, where I am the prisoner of inquisitors. Yet, in the end, it is all in my mind. Kasparov defeated the computer, Zeland found the reality of Transurfing, Napoleon believed in his vision. Who am I, and where should I go? Are there no doors, or are these just doors I no longer need? What stops me from breaking this reality and building my own? I have that strength—I do not need the confines of others’ rules. But do you?”

Between shadows and corridors, the past whispers its riddles.

How much capricious folly hides in love, unseen?

Caught between these walls, where time turns back its lean.

Once again, I feel the ache, though not for you—

No, not for you—but for the gaze that pierces through.

My heart, oh, why must it tread the scaffold so vain?

Why cast the hours away, unwisely spent, in pain?

I recall the fissures of parting’s cruel embrace,

A bitter arrow through memory’s fragile trace.

Oppressive halls, where echoes wail and weep,

Cold flickers of candlelight my solace keep.

Through boughs of hollow souls, a shadow’s brand,

The wound of madness carves the mind’s command.

I walk these walls, a prisoner to thought,

A captive of battles that freedom forgot.

Yet still, in the silence, a spark does remain,

A vision of worlds unbound by chains.

You linger with me in the midnight’s depth,

You hold me fast from sorrow’s fatal step.

And though the lies and dreams decay to dust,

To you, my door stays open, as it must.

For beyond these walls, a world may thrive,

Where dreams unfettered take to the skies.

I am not bound by what others decree;

These walls are my making, and I hold the key.