It might be too much to ask, but for just this moment, before I go to sleep and open a window for these thoughts to become dreams... I'll think of it as something a bit less than impossible.

There's a door, one empty space and some light; the atmosphere feels heavy, warm and thick. And there they stand, just waiting for me.

I own the key, I control time inside my room and there's a perfect syncronization between situations... Like giving me permission to play this way.

Nothing awaits beyond these walls, and what I let myself feel in here will only feed my ego until my hands stop typing these words.