You move so carefully, so stealthily. Why? Are you afraid of something? You don’t seem like someone who would be afraid of anything. You’re brave. Strong. (Way stronger than me.)

Who or what inspired this…wall? It’s massive–bigger than anything I’ve ever seen–and I have no idea how to reach you on the other side. But I’m going to try. I have to, because–

Well, you won’t understand this (not yet), but your soul is crying out for something more, something real (deep crying out to deep), and it’s freedom you long for.

This won’t make sense to your rational mind, because you think you’re already free, but your freedom ends where these walls begin. You can do whatever you want, anything your heart desires…within the confine of these walls.

That’s not real freedom. It’s a prison, the kind that’s on the inside of a person.

But real, actual freedom is actually real, and I really want you to see it. To breathe it. To taste it.

I’m talking about a freedom so sweet it’s like biting into the juiciest, most delectable fruit after living off saltine crackers for years. Like drinking the finest, richest, most decadent red wine after only knowing the taste of water. It’s like living your entire life in black-and-white and then waking up one day to find everything in color.

It’s better than all of that, actually. This freedom is better than anything you’ve ever experienced, and I can show you.

If I can just reach you on the other side of this wall….Polish_20200524_163150699.jpg

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