There Is No End

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Walking down the hallway of doors
The outline’s path bordered with wooden dividers of space;
humbled by the careless mark of a
crookedly nailed number or letter
The cheap light fixtures flicker above head, on and off, as I continue stepping forward
The timing reaction of the immediate connections of light, foot, and awareness

There are locked doors with hardened handles, rusted from the abuse of occupation
There are doors that tell the truth, burdened by the weight of the knowledge of joy and pain
There are some doors that ignite the favorable possibilities of a mind’s endless amount of available realities
While other doors sit in waiting, offering a pleasant shelter to get lost in;
revolving around and around in a solitary state of repetitiveness

I open them all, claiming even the locked obstructions
Forcing my way behind the doors into the unknown;
Floating and dipping feet into the depths of a fluffy cloud against the blue sky,
Holding breath underwater, until there is no other sound than my heartbeat in ears,
Flying through space and time as the wished fortune of a shooting star disappearing into the black of the night,
Sprouting petals of color while washing the wind in a fragrance of Spring and of Summer,
Suspended paralyzed in emptiness, like the night terrors and dreams of dead thoughts and emotions of nothingness

There is no end

I am grateful for one more year ❀

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