"The world I want is within me. I can see it, moving through my life with ease, the tightness within my chest loosening as I look at everyone including myself compassionately. The most admirable parts of myself lie there across this wall. The me that loves without fear, the me that isn’t the judge, jury, and executioner of all who live. The transparent wall that separates my world from the one I so desperately wish I could occupy. I see my potential for what it could be. Ive entered this world but only a handful of times without meaning to. As soon as I become conscious of where I am I start asking why. My questions are what pulls me back into my origin at full force. I haven’t yet figured out how to just let myself exist without asking how long ill be able to sustain the calm state I exist in while being there. I can see everything so clearly, its there but just out of reach. I may only touch the wall and long for the dictation over where I go. My own distant safe haven that’s just a little too far out to touch. The key to enter seems nonexistent. Every key ive been given that’s said to work never does. For no reason specific does it not work, it has every characteristic of a workable key… it fits, it turns, and sometimes I even think I hear the lock unlatch, and yet the door stays closed while I tug in frustration. The invisible space in the wall ive seemed only to be able to walk through while sleeping has no key, nor can the door be found with the naked eye. "
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