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You can press against the wood as hard as you want, but i'm NOT opening the door! You can cry or make idle threats but this time it won't work. The door is locked from the inside, this time, and i have the key. i don't care if i can't get out- i don't WANT to get out. i don't want you coming in! You make showers of tears flood my pillow at night. You make me hide my face from the day. No- i will KEEP THIS DOOR LOCKED! i have a window in here i can look out of and feel the sunshine on my face. It doesn't really matter all that much to me that it's stuffy and the window won't open. Because you can't come in! i can listen to the rain beat on the roof and know that the sobs come from the wind and not from me. i can create my worlds from the inside
out and not have to rely on you to paint them the colours you want for me. i can control my feelings and you won't trigger my emotions. i may not be human to you, but i can feel my heart beat with life, too.
And we all own skeletons in our closets. i would regard it kindly, if you would stay away from mine.
Although i may grant you one small insight into my closet. A wish... i will show you the wish of my heart: if i were granted the wish of my heart, i would stand high, higher than the mountains! To step on the tallest of trees as blades of grass and splash in lake puddles! i would toss the sun in the air, higher than any baseball. If only i could be that tall, so tall i could suck the clouds in and blow them out in little white puffs. i would hang the stars on my ears and put the quarter moon through my nose like a bone. Oh, the world would be my toy and i would play. i would play, i would PLAY!! Now... Couldn't i interest you in another room in this house?? |
The graphics on this page belong to Elizabeth Mitchell, copyright April 1999, and were created especially for The Keep of The Dreaming. Do not fold, spindle, or mutilate: In other words, do not borrow (re: STEAL) without permission. That's what we call illegal, boys and girls.
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