The sun brightens everything.
It brightens the room,
It brightens the person that everyone sees- but, that person that everyone sees isn't even real. It's an illusion, masterfully crafted by you, so it's only visible in the sun's light.
So that it's visible to everybody.
It's not the real you.
The person on the outside is the exact opposite of the person on the inside. The person on the inside is trapped, within tall, windowless, mud-brick walls and was, and is, never meant to see the outside world. The person on the inside is waiting, praying, and hoping that someone- anyone- will break through the walls that surround it.
The person inside has secrets.
Secrets that will never be told. Secrets, kept well hidden, deep within its mind. Secrets that need to be exposed to the world outside. Secrets, much like the inner person itself. But nothing will be exposed, of course, because exposing the inner person will only cause more pain to leak through the outer wall like water, drowning the inner person in sadness and heartache.
And you will not risk that. Not at all.
You don't want to suffer more than you already have, do you?
Of course not.
Trust is not an option here.
But, releasing the inner person- to the right person- will cause no pain… will it?
Pain is not something you want… but it's something you own. It's something that you know too much about. It's the one thing you've ever known.
It's something you must let go of.