It is funny if you think of it,
No, really think...
I feel as if my door is alive,
That I can hear it breathe,
I can hear it heave, creak, move, complain,
I can even hear it listening to me...
When I sob, it listens,
When I listen, it converses,
Like wind chimes, it shudders with life in the quietest of moments,
Unexpected...
Like a secret gushing out from its secret place...
When I shut myself away from the world,
I shut myself in with it...
And in those awkward moments when I find myself alone,
Shut in or shut out...
I know I am not,
Because it’s always there,
A few feet away,
Listening, a pulsating silence that grows,
Till I wish I had a way,
To shut myself off...
(Without a door, of course!)
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