And maybe because of this, no one can stay. There is no one there. I keep on waiting and waiting for the name to appear on my door, the creaking door, Arial font. I am lonely. I cannot reach past this door of mine. The arrival of that name which I so wish to see there seems to not be in the cards tonight, but the tears are. I'm crying though I wish I weren't, my head feels thick and ribcage constricting.
I keep on waiting and waiting for that name to appear on my door, the creaking door, Arial font. I check the door, there is still no name. I die again and again in Ragnarok to pass the time and then I check my door again; vacant, the spot that I have kept open there has not been filled.