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     I stand, in an open castle, with no roof to block the 
heavens. The sun shines down on me, illuminating my 
insecure body and casting a shadow upon the ground. The 
walls rise up above me, to stop me from getting out but 
still allowing my privacy and deceiving freedom. The walls 
unfortunately show little signs of ever breaking loose, 
but the screen doors open a new day of imagination to me, 
haunting a way out of my unhappiness.

     I’m standing in the middle of a small, awkward room,

looking about so many pricey things. Items that make me 
queen above most, but items that I would easily give away 
for the wrong inside my heart. I breathe in, my heart 
beating faster with every thought and scent of the lie I 
wish to behold. But then I gaze across the room at four 
carefully screened doors, one to each wall, with scenery 
behind them all, mocking my entire being. I wish to run to 
each door, claw at the mesh that hides me from my life. 
The chains that seem so easy to break, but stone enough to 
block me from what I desire the most. I stare, at the 
cool, lush grass peering out under the blue sky, creating 
a stairway of green on the mountain side. And it feels for 
now, that those priceless and beautiful luxuries which 
hide behind those screened doors; I will forever covet, 
and never know.

     But where, beyond those screen doors, does the world 
uncover itself to my mind? It will not be the way I 
describe it, there is no heaven on earth, nor any perfect. 
The mesh covers lines of the scenery, blinding my view. 

     The life, I’ve so boldly lived, has never seemed 
greater than the temptation that still lives beyond these 
walls. I’ve forever stood in this room, with the sky 
raining down the things I desire. When will I accept and 
desire what I already have? For many a time has God struck 
me, for turning away and forgetting what he gives. But 
even then, the walls always protected me, and comforted me 
with great strength.
Posted: 2007-12-10 02:45:11 UTC

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