Sunday, 6 November 2011


The keys lie on the table
Shiny and silver
cold to the touch
opening new experiences
going through unknown doors
seeing the world like you've never seen it before
feeling at one with yourself and all around you
when I pick them up they jangle
the smell of freshly fallen rain
as I walk through the door
my keys turn the lock
and then I place them back on the table
where they sit
reflecting my image
reflecting my self


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