I’m not the door.
I’m the hand.
The words came to me in a dream.
The realization made perfect sense.
It’s the path I want to travel.
It’s the road that leads to you.
You’re who I’ve been wanting to meet.
You should be,
the words woke me.
Looking forward to the stretched out hand that leads to the opposite side of the insanity.
How long will madness take its turn visiting my dreams, before the conquering master rescues what left of the true me? ￼￼