Somewhere in time I closed myself off from the world.
Unknowingly.
Disconnected myself from what it means to feel.
Unbeknownst to me.
Shut the door to exploration for the comfort of solitude. Lost contact with the world around me.
Disappointed.
Unable to feel as deeply for the depth of feeling.
Numb.
Placed my head inside of a book and held tightly the pen.
Isolated.
Behind closed doors I found truth.
Within.
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Somewhere in time I opened myself to the world.
Walked out.
Felt what it means to be reconnected.
Aware.
Opened the closed door to exploration of the whole, touching the world around me.
Allowed them in.
Swam the deep end of feeling and felt the ocean’s depth.
Listening.
Lifted my eyes from the pages that I might be inspired by another’s journey.
Let loose the pen.
I still find truth behind closed doors.
I still journey within.
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