Sunday, January 8, 2017
At the end of it all,
you can have the door cracked open
time and time again,
expose the world inside for a minute second,
wear your outsider heart on your sleeve.
But it is never truly open
until the hinges break
and the wood falls to you feet,
breaking free of the frame and all.
an open drawbridge
an open world
slowly blending into yours.
They do not belong to themselves any more.
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