Yes, you can come in...

Welcome to my mind, my heart and to my passions of my soul. In the past there was one who would read through my hand written stories, my journals, my soul only to taint them with their ugliness and negativity toward anything beautiful that came from my mind. A fight ensued one day and everything came crumbling down upon my body as if I had been thrown in a building with the walls quickly rushing down upon me as I frantically clawed to get out turning only to have no where to go, caged as if I were an animal trapped. These words I write down are precious, sacred and mine. They are combinations that no one else can possess, no one else can witness unless I allow it to be seen. Reflecting back to the past, those words that were arranged so carefully were taken away from me because of one's greediness for a doorway to my soul that is never open for the unwanted. Those writings were burnt in the driveway of my home. I sat here and watched you read on the other day as he had in the past making me feel as if I were being beaten and raped of my feelings, emotions and soul. All my pain, all my tears, all my strength for life is poured out on paper and has been trespassed on once again. However, the difference between then and now is that I invite you in after so rudely swinging open my unlocked door. I hand over the key because I love and most of all consider you a friend above everything else.