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Shelby Azilda Mar 2017
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."
From the hightest mountain to the lowest valley,
I pursued my shadows like a narrow alley.

Followed the path, cristal river, into the forrest.
Run around the blue lake, where the flower.
Crossed the desert, through the dune, into the bower.
Found myself at the openned ocean and still no rest.

To finally face, in the darkness of my thought,
only inside, there was nothing but nought.

— The End —