Door

I hold the door, to fill in what's lacking.
I shut the door and felt the pain of what's still lacking.
I ask myself the same absurd question I have been asking myself every time I contemplate to sleep.

I hold the door and push myself to its other side.
I shut the door and felt surreal.
I got aftershock all over me, insanity talk to me.
Then I ask a different question.

I hold the door and locked it.
I covered my ears with throwing pillow and hid under the sheets of vibrant comforter that's fresh from the laundry.
I cried until there's nothing left.

I hold the door and open the windows.
I cook some pancakes with bacon and a lot of maple on it.
I eat until I could not take it any longer.
I stand at the doorstep and sip my coffee.

I step outside. I run, live, die and live.

Off to bed composition. I'm not a good writer, I'm just typing what my mind wants to say. Mind rants, it's good to listen to the heart right and of course the mind. Kinda contemplating. Gonna finish Alchemist tomorrow! :))