Boundaries. Some of them are tougher to overcome than the rest. Those that hide behind unspoken thoughts. Then you meet someone and you discover them in your reactions. I am watching these walls and wonder when they were built. Some bricks feel new, but the base is old. Maybe they are remains of old city walls. The cities are long demolished though.
Now I am watching them standing there, in hopes that they would be overgrown by ivy or get rebuilt as new pillars. Only time will tell.
Angus & Julia Stone – Yellow Brick Road