before you know it you’re in a room. surrounded by nothing but white walls. you ask yourself how you go there, and it’s a question you honestly can’t answer. there is a door. you know the door leads to somewhere, but you don’t have the key. you had it. but you lost it. you lost the key, so the only option now is to break the door down. but you know. you know it’ll take ten times the effort and energy. so you sit in front of the door and stare at it. you wallow in self pity, and you keep asking the walls, as though they have the answer- you ask them ‘why the fuck am I here, what the fuck have i done to the key’
