You see, nobody ever goes in and nobody ever comes out!
Sometimes my heart feels like that chocolate factory. I churn and churn all day and massive amounts of thing happen in my heart in a day, things produced, things learned, happiness and sadness but mostly people just walk by. They may look over the fences I've built and wonder what goes on in there but they don't even ask to come in because from the outside it's not very inviting... dark and gloomy. And don't get me wrong, there are a select few that are allowed in.. the special ones, the oompa loompas that help me churn and work with me in my heart but there isn't that one special person.. that can laugh and be joyful at success and cry with me over sorrow. Have I been stingy with my golden tickets? I think sometimes that I have but then I'm so scared to get another Mr Slugworth, Mike Teevee or Augustus Gloop... they want in to see what all the mystery is about but they don't really care what's happening.. where is my Charlie Bucket?
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