These free-writes tend to get quite tedious at times, and what pours out is less than entertaining, to say the least. But I trudge on with it, having made the commitment. Today's write is about Doors/doorways.
Can't get through my door, the key gets stuck.
Door are always leading nowhere in dreams.
I remember the doorway to my friend Jim's place in San Diego.
The wood framing, very simple. The one step.
The Doors of Perception, of course.
Did I mention about not getting into my door so easily?
I have never stepped over the marital threshold. That doorway
scared me too much.
Doorways open to new vistas -- why can't I see them?
Poor some sunlight on them.
When you open the door to a coffee shop, the fragrance should
seduce you right away, otherwise why bother?
The doorways to church are sacred -- it brings you over to another side,
once you cross it.