ihavebeenfloated

He walks down the stairs on his own accord. He knows, he doesn’t know, that it must not be done, but it all occurs anyway.

He’s alone down here, in the darkness, surrounded by the doors.

He…

He walks through a door.

He pulls her close to him, and tells her how much he loves her, how he finds her to be the most divine woman he’s ever met, and how he alone could possibly appreciate everything about her. She smiles at him and he knows that he’s been accepted.

But she fades away.

And he’s alone, again, with the doors.

He walks through another door.

He sits down in front of two of his friends. He tells them the ways in which they can fix their problems, so that they can be happy. They both smile and nod at each other, and immediately he can see that their burdens are lifted off their shoulders.

But they fade away.

And he’s alone, again, with the doors.

He walks through another door.

He’s happy. He’s content. He feels like he is a whole person, someone worthy of the things he needs. He feels in his heart that he has someone to believe in, someone to trust. He knows at this moment that the chamber is his own creation and that, if he felt like this forever, he would never walk down those stairs ever again.

But the feeling fades away.

And he’s alone, again, with the doors.

this is mindless self indulgence