The Blank Expression Of Doors

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I slept to wake with open ears. Let alone, following a certain feeling that led me to believe that I was missing, To walk a path that led to what I figured I'd treasure most. A slow walk to me, to you. Missing the hint that given enough time, all things change. Learning to open the bright red door without looking back to whom I once was. Continuing to walk forward with the hint I was missing something. I convinced myself that I too was a reflection. That not all footprints are forgotten. The threshold of a long lasting impression. Positioned under a wooden frame. Bulging hinge. The twist of a knob. I sort of imagined that it would always be like this. That self realization where I'd no longer feel I'd fit. The hinge of an closed door, That feeling that something or someone is missing. The perception that time is always on your side. The sting of a slammed door, sleeping only to wake with a sudden rise. Left behind in that odd space found between each second. Pacing back and forth. Realizing The amount of time it takes to unlock physical freedom. When actuality. I was the door that stood between myself and what I desired most. A slow walk to me, to you. With a helping hand, not all impressions are forgotten. The blank creaking expression of doors and the ones we love