i feel my fingers on the brown metal. pressing against the uneven edge. i have it safe. sealed, beneath tightly gripping fingers. a key. a choice. a reason. a life. i have seen the door. many times before. i lived with it. even in my sleep. i listenned to it, creaking in rainy days. and many times more, like the chorus of a song. i yearned to see. the other side.
not now...do not wait.
i faced, what seemed an infinite lifetime. my heart. my mind. travelling backward. backward? i walked ahead. feigning. i walked ahead. believing.
i see you change.
i felt my fingers on the rusted metal. pressing against the uneven edge. i have it safe. before my eyes. but i stand behind a door. never seen before.