One Who Wanders (abiona) wrote,
One Who Wanders
abiona

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I keep on waiting and waiting for that name to appear on my door, the creaking door, Arial font. In black and white the arrival should be announced though it has not yet come to be, and in black and white we frame the situation. We tell ourselves that there can be only one acceptable, right answer. We say that there is a right and there is a wrong, absolutes.

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.
Tags: is your heart in the right place?
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