leaves.

i punched a hole right into the wall and i waited, i waited for the damn thing to fall. the leaves swirled by as they often do when it's windy outside and i'm stuck missing you. the bricks that i broke sat cold on the ground and through them i heard resonating sound. i called them to life and made them my own, i picked up the bricks and i made me a home. i crawled right inside and refused just to speak. i sat there so naked and started to weep. how are you to know what exists behind these walls? i put them up and i'll try like hell to make sure they don't fall. so what's the use? so what's the use? broken fingers, and knuckles abused. caked in dried blood, i wait in the mud. the bricks have become my home. i live here for hours and hours on end, not a means of communication. no letters to send. this is my home, and here i will stay. there is just room for one, and it is here that i lay. i punched a hole right through myself, and the leaves came swirling in. they ripped through me and felt feeling i hadn't ever felt within.