There is a gate that I watch from afar every day. So close but so far. I'm afraid to go in because what I'm about to encounter are actually the things I dream about every day. I cannot explain the reason for my fear. I think of the uncanny, but it's not, I think of the darkness, but it's not. Maybe it's just the fear of taking the step, or the fear of failing. Looking at this door from afar plays with my thoughts, transforms my dreams, but no matter what, I know I'll pass through that door while even the thought of being able to see and touch whatever is inside keeps feeding my admiration for what I don't have. It's getting more and more obscure every day with the sublimeness of having the things my mind pictures continuously. But all I know is there are so many concrete reveries inside waiting for me.
