Behind my closed door

Light is giving way for darkness and I walk up to my window,

I breathe in deep; it’s revitalizing, peaceful, not scary and happy 

I can feel all this things just from the glimpse of what I've gotten so far
Anyone would want to get there, hell l know I want to see the
Full view and stay there every moment.

As I look through the translucent net on my window, I can see a
Lot of difference in one moment, there’s happy, sad, disappointed,
Hopeful, confused and even unsure faces going in through different
Doors and shutting them behind.

For a while I identified with the feeling behind the sad, disappointed
And unsure faces. It had become a major part of me, I almost didn’t
Know what it was like to feel something different. The face outside
My door read happy but the one that closed behind it was everything but that.

Seeing a happy and hopeful face and identifying it was among the best things
I’ve seen in while. I remember what the feeling once felt like and I know deep
Down that I want that for myself again. Even more refreshing is the feeling of
identifying with something good and wanting it for myself.

As I draw my curtain I think of all the things that once made me feel alive and 

those that took that away from me. I know all too well that I want to go back
to that place and take with me all the things that matter. And behind my closed
door will be my happy place.