crap.. typical utter drivel

When the burden of guilt overwhelms, the silent wall beckons.

You can scream at it, beat on it with your fists or throw things at it and it won't care. It will endure any and all punishment stoically with nary a peep. If you lean on the wall and weep, there will be no warm embrace to comfort you. Merely a cold hard surface that's unflinching and unyielding.

If you talk to it and listen intently, you'll hear yourself for who you really are. For the words comes back to you and when you listen to it, you'll find that what you thought made perfect sense in your head doesn't make so much sense when said out loud.

This is my silent wall. Thanks for being there.