The threshold is the place of expectation. (Johann Wolfgang von Goethe)

The Lock

it’s torn away.

Through

bloodshed

tears.

I’ve waited for this day.

HEY!

What is that LIGHT?

everything hurts,

Where is,

My Beloved NIGHT?

I see you!

HOLD ON TO ME!

What is pulling

you to far for me

to see?

COME BACK!

PLEASE WAIT!

I NEED TO KNOW…..

am i too late?

OH I see…..

now

it’s up to me.

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