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Opening doors...
There is more...

More than stars,
More than universe's.

Doors ajar,
As well as shut.

Doors to everywhere,
doors to nowhere.

The space between,
Infinite and infinitesimal.

The cyclic nature of energy,
Never ending always beginning.

paradoxical alphas omega,
They are one in the same.

*Separation is a byproduct of consciousness.

Death of self...
Is only another door.
 Sep 2015 Fatima Castillo
Eugene
When nature's mourn;
forest will burn,
oceans will rise,
the sun will not shines at daylight,
the moon will not lit in the night.

When nature's mourn;
the weather will stop,
the air will swarm,
the water will subside and power will shut down.

When nature's mourn,
other's will cry,
people will go mad,
religions will summon,
politics will rule.

When nature's mourn,
disrespect will increase,
honesty will lie,
and love will die...
i'm a house you barged into without knocking.

i wasn't ready to roll out my welcome mat, but i still let you in.

you stepped on my creaky floors,
and walked passed dusty doors.
you ran your fingers along chipped off paint
and every cracked window pane.

i watched you take down everything you didn't want to stay.
when you were finished, i was left with little trace of who i was before you came.

you forced open every locked drawer and vault for you to figure out that nothing you wanted could be found within the confines of my skeleton.

i was a house you didn't intend to turn into a home, a place to drop by whenever you needed to feel less alone.

i want you to know that ever since you abandoned me, i learned to locked my gates and keep my doors shut.

i know eventually, i'll be ready to let somebody new in. maybe one day, he'll fall in love with my skin and fix all the holes you never tried to fill in.

— The End —