& then I remembered, it's ok.

Sometimes I have so much to say; however, the utterances of my heart rarely seem to procreate these days. My world is different, life is changing all around me. My thoughts are there, and my heart is speaking, but no one seems to be around to hear them anymore. What I really mean, is no one hears what’s unheard. Which is fine in the aspect of, what human could you possibly expect to hear what’s on your heart? Unrealistic expectations of people were never probable, nor did they ever get anyone what they hoped for.(someone to simply understand) How often do I expect people to automatically know the essence of my heart without as much as one word from my mouth? How many times has this in turn, happened to me? I’ve been left wondering countless times why it is I couldn’t understand someone’s feelings. I realize later that maybe if I was explained, even in the slightest way how they were feeling, I might understand a sliver of what they feel. But no, because these days vulnerability is something to fear. Trust yourself, and no one else. It leads me to wonder, do we build our walls because we are trying, and fighting to keep people out? Or are these walls, keeping people from our interior selfs built because we just honestly want to see who is going to take the sincere time to knock them down?