I find myself so far in the closet

that I have no idea if there even is a door

and if I were asked to describe my surroundings

I’d say it’s kind of dark, comfortable

and there are no prying eyes

 

On some days it gets suffocating

and I crave nothing but the sunlight

just the feel of it on my skin

I want nothing more than to look at my hands

and just make sure that I’m still all there,

still me

 

On days like these I think about the door a lot

I think to myself,

well even if there is a door

I still have no idea where the key is

and by that I mean I threw it somewhere some time ago

and haven’t cared to look for it since

guess I’ll wait it out till someone comes knocking