Through The Cracks Of The Door

Sometimes we just want to drift,

Drift and float away into a place that we don't share kindly to others.

There was a point and time when we used to crawl down the secret door;

Into a world where feeling numb is better than feeling anything at all.

When we used to slither on down here it felt like our bodies were destined to rot in this darkness.

However, after the door becomes a distant memory,

After time has healed,

after we forget that this place was even of existence;

Something clicks.

After that click we feel as though it's been far to long since we visited the secret door.

So through the cracks we drift on in,

Peacefully,gracefully,

Slip into a form of our self that made us who we are today.

Comforting, cradling darkness around our body and soul.

Just being here is good enough,

No need to partake in the festivities of this place,

Instead we just ride on the blissful motion casting us away to remember.

To embrace.

To exist.