. Someone is waiting behind an unlocked door, peek around the frame and tell me what you saw. I am a little bit too scared to take a look, like turning a page in an old horror book.
You see it may be someone who likes me and that is dangerous for stability. The hands are motionless on a timeless clock, it would be easier if they would just knock.
In theory there is nothing I want more than someone waiting behind an unlocked door. I've rehearsed this scene so many times before, but here and now there is a storm at my core.
It ties up the insides like thick knotted hair, the thought, the fear, that there is nobody there. So the man in the corner whom most ignore has someone waiting behind an unlocked door.
But the uncertainty has its own high cost, as the door locks shut and the moment is lost.