Wednesday, August 13, 2014
At My Gate
Talking over the wall, talking through it, talking over it.
For a long time.
I've thought about opening the gate... letting you come in. But, it's safe with you out there and me in here. It's safe. You can't do anything when you're out there... a little graffiti on the wall, maybe, but that's it. I can clean that up.
But... in here? Oh, in here, you could do a lot of damage. You could break things that are precious to me, break them into a million pieces that I could never put back together again. You could break me.
Not that you necessarily would. Maybe you wouldn't. But... I don't know what might happen... maybe you would.
I've been thinking about that gate a lot, thinking about opening it, thinking about letting you in.
If I do... just please don't break anything.