One cannot always tell what it is that keeps us shut in, confines us. But still one feels certain barriers, certain gates, certain walls. Is all this imagination, fantasy? I do not think so. And then one asks: My God! Is it for long, is it forever, is it eternity? Do you know what frees one from this captivity? It is very deep serious affection. Being friends, being brothers, love, that is what opens the prison by supreme power, by some magic.
- Vincent van Gogh, July 1880
Read this in TIMES. Hmmm. Regretting not getting it now :((
Anyway, open the prison all. Not good to be held in captivity. She's don't love you, others will. Get out of your prison. God bless.