chapter 31

       
       
       
        chapter 31 likely won't hit any different than the prior; there's only less desire to aspire to be a half decent "writer";        
       
 grey is the color of the lense once rose; a soul without a quest for gold but to be/feel whole-        
       
       
    there's a hallway full of glass doors -one's on the outside looking in; the exit's straight ahead that's not seen through-just darkness        
       
       
   what rooms could be explored? could the earth shift after or before?        
       
            
      this feels like a "dream"-a simulation one can't just easily willfully leave-        
 with a compilation of stories to visualize and or read;        
       
       
   the question tends to be-what story best fits "me"?        
       
       
   the exit door is the darkest space in the hallway; too much time in the hallway begs to question where it leads....        
     
one's soul wants to believe that it's not just 6 feet of darkness deep....    
     
that there's something more; that there's something better than words of mouths and forced upon beliefs....    
     
     
freedom like endless blue skies, and apple trees; souls that resonate on a beautiful frequency.... no more hallway full of doors; no more exit-this being the final stop worth all the days/nights one dreaded endlessly....