The Island

An island much?

Haven’t you heard? No man is an island.

Try harder.

It’s easier isn’t it?

Maybe.

Otherwise it’s work. Isn’t it?

Understood.

It’s walls. Walls have been erected.

Walls to cover up. Walls to hide behind.

Past wounds are pulsing. Pulsing loudly in your ear.

They are dictating. Oh, they are so loud.

You asked for them. Those wounds. You walked right into them.

Everyone hits their head against the bricks. Some more times than others.

You’ll get through it. They hurt, but you’ll get through it.

Walk through those walls.

Yeah!

Break them down.

You’ll see. You’ll see a better life.

I promise.

Go!

Trust Me.

Go!

I will be with you.

I will be with you as you walk right through them.

There you go. I’m here.

I’m right beside you.

You’re doing it.

You’re walking through.

Through the walls. Finally free.

You’re walking through.

*Sigh*

I LOVE YOU!

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