Semi-Daily Scribbles

The wall follows me everywhere. I pretend it isn't there, but the startled looks are a dead giveaway. That is, if anyone notices me at all. My voice never carries over the invisible barrier, no matter how loudly I speak. At most, people are aware of my presence by a minty breeze that comes out of nowhere and tickles their nose. I am yelling up a storm when those little moments of contact come and go. All the while, not one word of my opinion or insight makes it past the divide. If an idea gains momentum and looks as though it will make it over the top and land safely on the other side, a spike will protrude beyond the wall's surface to puncture and shred any hope of getting my point across. It goes like this day in and day out. I've become quite used to the sound of my own voice. Voices, actually. Since I am separated from community and fellowship, I must answer my own questions in whatever tongue my cursed spirit deems best.