It’s open. I have no
idea how. My chest felt a pressure. Not
anxiously. Like a warm vibration as my chest sung in delight. He had a key that no one else had. Wall by wall, falls and falls. How does he do it? It’s in his smile and eyes, but somewhere
unseen as well. I’m not scared around
him. I can be crazy. I can vent. I could
even sing if I wanted. I built these
walls over many years and in many situations.
For so many reasons that cease to exist when I am around him. He was made to conquer me, to conquer what is
not me. To destroy what is not me. So many things are not me, but I clench them
so hard. If someone breaks the walls it
will happen again. No, let me show
you. I’ll scale the wall yet not kill
anyone. I’ll enter the castle, your
dominion, without killing. You were
meant to not be this. You crafted the
walls well, but open to meadow, glen, and farm, and forest. What you will find you cannot deny. It is where you really are and what you is
really. Live. Live in peace. Live and find love that grows in the glens. She is kind if you open. I promise. And you can trust me.
