There are walls between us. It's safer now that way. But it's good to see above our walls, to lean on them and talk. In the best of relationships, Even in marriage, Low walls still exist and can be tripped over. In heaven there are no walls. Though not in heaven yet, but longing to be free and prepare to take the risk, he started knocking down the walls, walls that he had built For a brief moment he felt truly alive. Then the ceiling fell on him. Some people feel secure behind their walls, not seeing that they're trapped. I am more mobile. I still have barriers, wooden but light weight, I can lean on it and talk. I say what I like, but still worry, in case people take a fence. [Reprieve]
