The silent door
The door that doesn’t creak may be the silence of a poet who writes about his nebula, the weight of not being able to feel like himself, disqualified by his own qualities.
Perhaps the universe understands him?
What is there for the one who doesn’t know where he comes from, nor what he goes through? Is there something to say?
Have I ever asked you how much you’ve sunk? It’s already past time.
Your passion for what you admire is what matters most for your glow. Do not lose yourself, for who you are reveals itself in what your soul overflows.