My Own Moments

Open/Closed

Standing here
I understand I’m in the threshold
There’s not even a door
So I can fight to get in!
Or get out…
Am I sleeping?

Blank or maybe a dark, very dark place
No one’s eyes can see.

I was talented…
I used to get used to the dark,
to the silence, it was welcoming

Not even a smell I can recognize
Getting hard to breathe…

But no one’s here.
And the fact is
No one’s knows I’m here.

Let me turn around!
Should I move?
Could I change?

Can you hear me?
It’s so hard to breathe.

Oh…
Yeah I was dreaming!
Now awakened.
But yet… no one’s here.
Not even a door.