Light through the keyhole

Light through the key hole.

Alone in this room; I sit quietly...basking in the darkness.

The thoughts seem to have a easier pathway with less resistance.

To connect the circuits in my head...

Staring.

Wondering.

Sadness.

Sympathising.

For my inner me..my subconcience in weighing of what should have been.

And what could not.

Distracted by the thought; across the room...across the darknesa..I see the light.

A small slit...a little hope...So I still believe.

That on the other side, there is more light to see.

"What are you doing in the darkness if you have the key?"