You venture forth, expectant, waiting, yearning and there it is, the wall. Damn thing looks impenetrable. Probably is. Mind whirrs, making it impossible, all things. Shut the front door, shut all the doors save the one, long hallway of longing and knowing that this life is dream, able to sustain itself on pure emotion, the thrill of a kiss, the warmth of his memory and mine, savoring that, enticing beyond all consequence but the jump, high over and arcing beyond impossible to I’m possible, because on the other side is your life, your heart, beyond the fear is everything.