The Door That Finds Me When I’m Sad šŖ✨
It never appears when I’m happy, not when I’m laughing or distracted or when life feels normal; it only shows up when my chest begins to ache, when my thoughts grow louder than they should, when breathing feels heavy, and that’s when I see it, a door, standing somewhere it doesn’t belong yet somehow feels like it has always been there, whether it’s in the middle of a road, beside my bed, or quietly existing in a crowded corridor like a secret meant only for me. It reminds me of those doors that can take you anywhere, but this one feels different, like it doesn’t take me just anywhere but exactly where I need to go; it looks like something out of a dream I can’t fully describe, slightly worn yet beautiful, with a pathway behind it that feels endless and soft, almost glowing, as if it exists between reality and memory, and there’s no sound except silence wrapped in a faint, soothing music that calms something deep inside me. The first time I saw it, I wasn’t scared, only curio...