Closed doors

In life, there are things from which you cannot escape, cannot move past, or make a right decision about. You merely hope that all of this is just a dream, a fleeting moment that, fortunately, will not have significant consequences, without having any idea of how it will continue. Eagerly, you surrender yourself to them. Moments of brilliance where yesterday and tomorrow will no longer have any meaning. A place where you lose yourself, and the only thing that can bring you back to reality is the very thing that shattered you from the beginning. While you cannot move a step forward from where you stand, you simply surrender yourself to the now shattered and disturbed flow of fate. Even though you know it’s foolish, you still long to have them. Like pounding on the door of misfortune. You still stand behind that door, knowing that it will never open again. Because waiting has become one of your inherent habits. With memories and feelings you still lack the courage to let go of, you continue to wait. While every corner of your heart is cracked from past remnants. You still cannot refrain from plunging the knife you have driven into your heart. While accepting that from now on, the only thing you can wound is yourself. The place where you can be sure that your heart, once filled with joy from having such feelings, is now broken.