Doors

cazzalockheart
Author: cazzalockheart
Word Count: 234
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Doors

I walk the deep dark corridors of my mind alone, with angry clouds barking their threats at me, like the predictable chorus of a well known song. Threats all too familiar. I search aimlessly, looking for what; I do not know; door after door; corridor after corridor; level after level. Everything a seamless continuance, dark memory to a seemingly darker memory. I come to the next level, peer around the corner from the stairwell, searching for that which I do not know. There is a harsh white light at the other end of the corridor; it beacons me to come ans see. But to see what? Do I even want to see what is at the other end of the corridor? As I near the light I realize that it is coming through an open doorway which leads to a balcony made entirely of glass. When I reach the doorway, I look out only to find, endless rows of buildings, marching in to eternity. They’re all looking the same, but different in minute ways, looking like twins. I stare out at the endless concord’s of high rises, shrinking in to the distance and rising in to the sky. A thought comes to mind. I am no different than everyone else. I am a needle in a stack of needles, and we all have secrets hidden in the countless corridors of our minds.

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