I feel like I have been knocking on doors that don't want to be answered but are openned anyway because maybe people want to be polite, or they are curious as to why anyone is trying at all. I am an unwanted house guest that stays for tea once in awhile who, if lucky, gets invited back two or three times before the invitations stop coming, the door goes back to being unanswered.

I hope that one day I will knock on a door that wants to be answered. That this person will say, "Come in. Stay awhile."

My heart is a cold stigma
It is the epitome of the frozen winter.
Dark
Desolate
Absolute zero

Your heart however
Is the illustration of the warm summer
Bright
Exciting
Beckoning

Now there's not just distance between us,
But seasons as well.