My key wont fit white room with all the comforts of everything I've known, nothing dusty or rusted, each nuance fitted to my form. Doors make up the walls, gateways into places never imagined. yes, they are labled, but only with vague titles that stir up the possiblities of the ventures. One close labled "institution". Closing my eyes, turning off the white light and reverting back to my dark place, my eyes roll into my the trappings between my imagining lobes and I see it. Tall building, warm sun, stressed inside woman, prosperous economy, and a less-than-ideal lifestyle. I see approval, money, and breakdowns. Opposite institution I see "passion". Back into my head, a big, gorgeous theatre with blood red curtains and tall balconies. I feel freedom, fitness, poverty, and brokenness. Career? Its a gamble. Disappointment? Even more so. Other doors labled art, work, travel, money, family, love, rest, move, stay.......I dont even have time to imagine because there is a breath on my neck asking me, telling me, pulling me closer. Nov 1...tell me now...he says....He says choose one and only one. May I open it a look in first? I ask. No, just choose. But i cant, it is impossible. I dont know what i want, who I am, where i should go. I am so afriad of leaving this white room where everything fits.What if i choose the wrong door? Tell me sir, can I come back?
Just choose......because even no choice is a choice that chooses for you.

Favorite song line:
"You ain't no Repunsle, I have willingly fallen and you have cut your own hair."
~Rufus, Ashes I dont even know what it means but it sure is poetic!
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