Do you think that someone can ever really escape from the walls? Break through the four cement barricades that stand in the way of becoming the worlds greatest? Do you think that walls truly crumble? Or do they just pretend to. Maybe for a moment. Maybe for a year. Can impenetrable silos really come down? Or are we trapped. Caught between who we are and who they want us to be.

I'm afraid that the world cant truly ever know who we are. We're the secrets that shouldn't be told. We're the fruit that's never quite ripe. We're the ones picked last on the team. We are you. We are the children that choose never to grow up. We're that small boy flying from window seals, chasing our shadows. We're the ones you forgot. You can't underestimate the power of us.

Every person comes to this earth to make their own decisions. Some with strengths, others with weaknesses. Searching in the dark crevices of our minds we all try and find who we really are. But you can't shape someone else. No matter how many times you mold the clay of your heart, if you don't do it for you, the foundation will crack. Become who you were meant to be. Do it for you. Don't do it for them. We can't do it for them. We can't become who you need us to be. We can only become who we need us to be. We need to be free.

"Life is not about finding yourself, it's about creating yourself"

When i wake up tomorrow i will still be me. You will still be you. The whispers seeping through the landscape of our minds will still find us. Causing our very memories to quake in the rush of the wind. Will i ever find peace? Or am i stuck. Stuck being told where to go and how to write a story.

But never forget. It's my story. It's your story.