I am standing at the door.
I am staring at the door.
I don't know what's on the other side of the door.
And I don't want to know.
But I want to open the door.
But I can't.
I look behind me and see my life.
I see my life that's calling at me.
I see failure and I see joy.
Both of them make me want to turn the ****.
I reach out to the door and I stop.
My body is paralyzed, my mind gone.
My mind is gone.
Where is my mind?
Somebody help me find my mind.
My body is paralyzed.
My eyes are fixed at the door.
I am too scared to turn the ****.
For some reasons, the door opens itself.
I gaze right through it.
I see nothing but I see everything.
There is nothing but there is everything.
Its pitch black darkness shine so bright that it blinds me.
I look back again and its raining.
On the other side, it snows.
I love snow and I hate rain.
But don't I hate snow and don't I love rain?
What do I like? What do I not?
The door is open, I take a step forward.
Fear overwhelms my body and I take a step back.
John screams from the distance, Don't go.
I don't want to,John but I do.
I face the door again and feel a breeze.
It brushes my face and soothes my soul.
But somehow the pleasure turns into pain.
I'm too scared to go in, I'm too scared to turn back.
The ground beneath me starts shaking.
The mirrors in the room shatter.
And the shards fly right towards me.
Each of them singing my favourite song.
Do they hit me, do they cut me?
I don't know.
But I am standing at the door.
I am staring at the door.
And the door is staring right back at me.