Thousand Doors

There are doors that I left open but never entered again, Maybe I just want to keep that thin connection with the past that even if its lost, parts of it are still there Sometimes I like to peek outside the room but never step inside, It feels like watching a movie, only that I am both the main character and the villain And I keep finding new rooms that lead to thousand, different stories where I wear different masks and I speak different languages of love and hate, and longing, and gnawing emptiness Each room I left, I kept the door open, each step I take, I shed a part of me that I can’t bring back but could always look back to. ©Reddragonfly