whats in a door
im a door. Fixed to a spot.Sometimes you just want the one you really love most to turn to you every single time without fail. You always regard yourself as the door that only opens for the one you love most. And the door only fits the one you love and not anyone else. But why does your love ones keep posting questions to other doors and write their heart out or paint their stories and repost them on other doors?? When approached, your love one might say I have legs and hands that brings me where I want to and you’re only a door, fixed to a spot. The door would wept but no one would notice. Who would notice a door cry?? No one knows what’s the door is made up of inside and importantly where’s the heart. Sometimes the door would want to be known and appreciated for its services. Without the door you can’t have a new adventure, you’ll be stuck behind a concrete wall.
