Sunday Morning

There's this wall, a tall, cement-solid wall placed in front of each and every person in this world. Some people's walls are completely transparent, to the point where you would believe they had no wall. Other's have walls that are so completely opaque it's as if they're in their own world themselves. And there's the in-betweeners: translucent walls.

I guess you could say I'm an in-betweener.

I agree and disagree.

You could argue that but so can every other in-betweener.

My point is that no matter what wall someone may or may not have, there will always be someone else who can see through it, break it down, destroy it.

I already know who my someone is. I've got him and he's got me.

"So then, Mr. Winters, who is your someone?"

Why, it's me of course.