D. (dalaruan) wrote,
D.
dalaruan

wall up

...now I live here in this new flat since 12 days. It's a very quiet house. Sometimes I hear my neighbors, but mostly it's quiet. 

In my living room is a ghost door, closed, without a door handle. On the other side of the door is a wall. So you could never pass that door again.


My living room - November 2007

I feel almost ghost-like, living in a dream. I don't woke up from this dream yet, although I'm living here now without him. He has gone. Forever. 

At dawn, when I'll wake up, I'll know that this is true. And I'll never pass that door again. 
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