167 - Even the shadow walked away. Slowly but surely.

I can see the ever faithful shadow giving up as well. I saw its' death today.
When it said, "I am tired my dear. I need to rest hear. I shall never be in peace otherwise."

And then it vanished. Maybe it is the right thing to do.
Maybe I should call it a day too.

Maybe then I shall see that bit of life that I crave for silently. And loudly.

The rapping of the door has increased. It's not deafening.
It said, "take the plunge". Someone will catch you.

But I know, it can only be death. 

166 - O, What can ail thee knight at arms? Alone and palely loitering...

What stops us from cutting people and minds off and walk away into the welcoming darkness that shone with so much of bright light?

Who builds these walls?