The threshold is the place of expectation. (Johann Wolfgang von Goethe)
The Lock
it’s torn away.
Through
bloodshed
tears.
I’ve waited for this day.
HEY!
What is that LIGHT?
everything hurts,
Where is,
My Beloved NIGHT?
I see you!
HOLD ON TO ME!
What is pulling
you to far for me
to see?
COME BACK!
PLEASE WAIT!
I NEED TO KNOW…..
am i too late?
OH I see…..
now
it’s up to me.






