There is this insistent knocking on the door, which is getting louder and louder. It is the only sound that i can hear. Each time i reach out to the doorknob, everything becomes still. I cant breathe. I want to welcome and be a gracious hostess, yet i cant bring myself to open the door and embrace the truth.
I am what I always am, a coward who smiles for everyone, yet cries at the deepest, darkest corner of herself.
