It is Open

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.