The scene open at here place.
The one bedroom apartment
I ended up outside her door,
Where it had all begun.
A small part of me didn't want to enter,
The rest of me, however, wouldn't listen.
I felt my hands twist the handle,
The light door swung open and hit the wall.
I peered in inquisitively to steal a glance,
And saw her sitting there.
Her back was towards me,
But I was positive she felt my presence.
I stood there looking at her,
Her hair flowed all the way to her waist.
I tried to imagine the expression on her face,
And the feeling in heart.
She turned around to face me,
Her face covered by a mask.
I could still see her eyes,
The entrance to ones soul.
Delving into her subconscious,
I continued in doubt and uncertainty.
I had imagined what I'd encounter,
Within this mysterious person.
Where I'd thought be the black of void,
Was colour too beautiful to describe.
But the void wasn't absent,
It was there and seemed to increase.
She blinked her eyes,
The connection was severed.
All I could do was look the mask,
And wonder what was going on.
The weather of my life is dicey,
As it rains,with storms approaching.
Yet I look to be nourished,
Keeping an eye out for eternal spring.
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