closure.
The funny things in life.. an inanimate object cannot choose you, but you can choose it. In reality, it happens every so often that there are people that walk by our lives, even a
perfect stranger that creates our interest without even knowing their purpose. It is then that maybe, that stranger decides to find interest in us at an equal level.
There are fences around a garden. The garden in which everyone is allowed in, but once you leave.. there are rare exceptions that let you back inside. Surrounded by two fences, both different like a layer of peeling skin. The metal fence lies on the outside hugging the wooden fence close. You feel a sense of indignity, but decide to move forward. You go through trodding as if passing the front walls of a city, you can only see what lies infront of you.. and not the hidden passes around. You've walked passed these fences for too long, without a hint of curiosity as to what might lie behind the walls.. you wonder why you've never visited here before. And i see you, shouting at me.. but i can only watch.. as you yell towards my window above.
