I walk the hallway with my cat. Shadows trailing.
Each door is story. Each tunnel a truth or land.

King Kong's echo. The beast behind the next portal. But its beauty.

Not the beast that delivers the quiet landing.
Black doors. Black doors.

Story after story, through the night, a blues snaps the scene. Each vision

fading in the light. We are all alone.
Born alone, die alone. Company is

fleeting, but selfrespect is
what lasts. Books, wisdom,

silence with your own soul.
The answers wait within.