I was looking around.
Looking for life.
Found nothing.
Everything was black.
Everything was gone.
But one thing remained.
A door.
A locked door to be precise.
Burning in a bright golden color.
Bringing light into my dark world.
Why was I alone?
The hazardous loneliness was unsafe for the human heart.
The light was bringing back the littlest memories of my past.
Making me smile.
However the question remained.
Why was I alone?
Where were the others?
What happened?
Where was I?
When was I going to see the sky ?
The sun?
The moon?
The rain?
I crain for some human interactions.
Over the years, I bonded with my only friend, the door.
Who recently started talking...?