Curiosity.

I'm dared to knock.
The loose strings need to be tied and the answer lies just beyond the door.

Darkness.

Peering through the peep-hole I see nothing.
Just a constant nothing that is overwhelming.

Coldness.

Pressing my hand on the door I am shocked.
It is chilling and maddening and not be touched.

Curiosity.

The answer to my problem lies just beyond
or so it has been spoken.

Desperation.

I need an answer and it is very close.
Too close, and too unreachable.

Finality.

The handle is being turned and the coldness shrugged.
Whatever lies beyond will soon be found out.

Isolation.

Not but an everlasting Darkness and Coldness and Fringe.
Comprehension is an alien idea.

Unreality.

Words.
Look not to the stars for they hold not but lies. Look only to the past for their the answer dwells.

Frustration.

Lied to. Cheated. I sacrificed so much to come to this point.
There is nothing here for me.

Revelation.

This is the place to think.
This is the place to recall and understand and fix.

This is the place to tie my strings together

Hours go by.
The sun actually comes up and I realized it's not so barren in here.
There are memories.
Some written in books.
Some painted on canvas.
Some drawn in chalk.
Some acted out on video screens.

This place will allow my to tie the frayed strings of my being together.
This place will allow me to learn.
                                        to fix.