Doors. They open and close. But for me, they are always closed. When will it open I wonder. Will it forever be locked? Will I forever be in this room alone? Or will someone come and save me? I don't know but I ha e a feeling that the farthest the door will open is just a couple inches. Because they don't want me to leave but will let me peek. And what I see on the other side, is unimaginable. It's so... beautiful, but ugly. Its....life. Friends,family, people, Life. I hate it. They hate me. They all do. And I as well, hate me.
