I've met this bricked wall from time to time,
it's always there when I least expect it.
Come to think of it, it's always there... always...
... why is it so hard to expect the damn thing when it's always there.

I used to run towards the wall, as though there were no wall.
Yes, it hurt... a lot... every time...
Several teeth and cracks showing in my forehead later, I realised...
... if it's not there, why not just walk towards it... and not run?

That strategy didn't hurt as much.

I know what you're thinking, and no... I'm not stupid.
Not as stupid anyway, as stupid as you think I am.
I just don't care for the wall.
It's just something I could do without.

Even illusions hurt... if you believe in 'em enough...

Stupid figment of imagination...
couldn't you have been an open field, or something...
... a huge dollop of ice cream?
Hell, an open fire would be like heaven...
... or maybe just nothing at all... bliss...