I can only hope this will reach you. Can you not feel me present? For I cannot feel you there. I fear you can only see your pain. This pain cannot love you. It will not hold you my friend. It cannot hold you, except as a prisoner. Terrified, you have layered across your soul the mortar and the stones that provide you the safety of this wall. It may pass, like your life, someday. As with all walls, they are a shell to be shed and shall fall…regardless of whether you wish them to or not. In time it shall either topple upon you and destroy the very life you hold so dear or crumble patiently to the ground like the wearing away of the shore to the ocean removing all your boundaries and allowing you to finally see all the beauty that has been so hidden from you for so long. Subtle, ever so gradual, it may kiss the lines of your neck like the waves toppling across the rocks. Yet it is not the rocks that shall prevail, it is the water that shall slowly tire the rocks, shall slowly pull away at their embankment, just as love wears away at the tired and broken…it transforms it into a new and beautiful world deep below the tides where no man can see, where no man can destroy it. Love keeps safe that which hate and pain long to poison, yet love as the waters, can sadly be poisoned too. But still hope remains…the deeper it goes the more pure it becomes, even as with poison, which rises to the top like the conflicts of our minds, the waters rise and fall, the fish may fall to death, and yet in the depths life still exists…and somewhere it always shall. Love and water the most powerful forces in the world…they are as one…without them life could not exist.