Whatever doors I walk through
I'm still standing outside,
as if peering through a window
at celebrations gone awry.
I see disconnected
self-indulgent creatures,
who pretend to be alive.
All I want to do is hide.
Hug me from the inside.
My curiosity, I need to retrieve,
to let my imagination breathe...
Although invisible,
I won't remain that way.
I'm outside my comfort zone,
stepping through doors
into worlds otherwise unknown.
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Author Notes
Observations of what I am heading toward, which is where I need to be.
Thank you for reading.
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