Morbus.

reaching out with the tendrils of my mind, i begin to write on the wall

the wall that supports the door.

i stay as far away from the door as possible
but i realise, that as i gradually write more and more of what i feel,
i will slowly mak my way towards the door. and when i eventully do reach it,

i believe that the door will be unlocked.

but for now, i battle with myself, day by day

crying or screaming,

until one day, i will pass through the door.

morbus.
i know what it means, do you?