Their hearts beat just inside. I can’t knock, and I don’t pray anymore, but I can wish that it all would end. That the walls they built to keep me out would vanish. I want to tell them that the world isn’t evil. That it’s full and complicated and beautiful and good, filled with unknown truths and unbroken hopes, and that it’s waiting just for them. That I’m waiting just for them. I want to tell them that I love them. I’ll just have to find another way.
