The child cried, tranquility, where are you?
I’m yearning for more
There is no chaos, only order
but then, where is your door?

The door to the eternity
Where there’s neither right or wrong,
the place in which only the nothingness
hums its content song
The door to the emptiness, which people so greatly fear
Just because the emptiness is neither a place
Or nowhere near here

The door that people hid inside the labyrinth of constant horror
Sooner or later, they all will find it
or it finds them,
Leaving behind a trace of sorrow

Then she said
And in the worst way possible,
I hate this labyrinth!
I hate the way people run in circles when they walk,
the way their brains shrink when they talk
and I hate how people believe
dawn to be prettier than dusk,
Just because their eyes are so small
they fail to grasp the beauty of the dark.

The labyrinth stared at her,
judged her,
whispered a curse
Chased the child into a hole in the ground.
Crazy ideas supressed a once big heart
There was no time or place for her
but at night,
fumbling after the door in the dark

So she cried in the night
cherished the moon,
for sunshine burned her skin
Shaped her space
into a poisonous womb

The moon did not substitute the door
but kept her company
Perhaps it shared her claustrophobia,
it helped her breathe
But she knew very well, the moon was not who she was meant for.
Oh, did she love the moon…
But in the stars there was a promise of forevermore
Or maybe, a promise of no more?

A promise of a last door.