thoughts and hopes and futures

Tomorrow I will wake alone, sleep in late.  My eyes will hover between my mind's ever-flowing imagination and the brick wall of reality that is my bed and my room and my house and my life that I have created for myself.  Perhaps the wall is made of straw today, or maybe concrete.  But I will hide behind this shield so secure, never climbing over, never kicking down or making a mark on its surface.  Never yet.  I back away from the wall, creating an uncalming distance between my enemy and I.  I forget the pretty and act only on the determination looming so heavy in my mind.  I look behind me one last time.  It is fading fading blurry mess I want to get away.  I turn my eyes ahead of me.  I run.  Forward.  These speeds are unknown to my delicate body.  The wall grows and grows, not wanting me to pass, wanting me to remain still and safe I ignore it.  A bruise becomes of my body as I climb and punch and scream into the silence.  I am afraid but it does not matter.  The hope I feel overtakes the fear and the pain, overtakes everything.  Will you be waiting on the other side of your wall?