I went as deep inside as I could, to assure that i wouldn't slip out when someone would have caught me being where I wasn't expected to be.
I reached a wall, and knocked on it, with an aggression like no other
pounding, pounding and pounding!
smashing the walls, I ran around hitting the sides from different angles, producing different sounds and responses, but not the specific response I needed to make it in surely.
Using my ear to listen to the noise, testing if the senseless pounding on the walls would have led me to the sound i yearned for...
and SUDDENLY...
I hit a spot, a spot that when hit consistently and hard enough, it produced a screeching hi pitch tone, as if my fingernails were firmly pressed against a chalkboard, and scratched all the way down.
it also surprisingly was heating up, and moisture was dripping down the walls, as if it was sweating profusely.
That surely made my presence known.
and a result, i earned the right to come and go as I please, because after the screech, there was a beautiful silence that only i could produce.
It must've been a crack in the structure somehow, because the sounds were the same up in to that point.
its probably questionable, why did you want to get into heaven so much?
I came
to the conclusion, that, it led to my need and want for more
it was told to me, that heaven was the place to be in.
and you'd always be welcome, as long as you did your best to not leave quickly--and I made sure that I didn't.