75 Doors

I fill,

I cannot effuse.

I effuse,

then I overbleast through the hollows.

“Love does not begin and end the way we seem to think it does. Love is a battle, love is a war.”

October 9th.

One of the days that I am busy with destroying the walls that I have built with own my hands. I feel the relief of accepting the defeat. Hands are up. Guns are on the floor.

You are the tallest wall in the line.

Walls are being destroyed one by one.

Seventy five doors are waiting behind them.

I have the keys off all of the doors.

Yet, the rooms are all empty.

Turn back.

Feel the defeat once more.

"Fail again, fail better!"

My words are recognizable, you are not.

She was born to belong the loves that aren't hers.

"...and all I loved, I loved alone," said the Poe boy.

Raven flee.

I am free.

I don't have a battle to go.

Any rooms to explore.

Any keys to knock my doors once again.

I am free.

Because the defeat is the liberty.