The exit, so diminutive...signaling, teasing - only to disappoint, it's lack of height persistent as I near.
Is there any escape? Is the exit there? Am I even trapped? Or is it all in my head?
Have I placed myself here?
Have I created the exit so small to avoid the responsibility of accepting or rejecting it?
The question is not if, but when.
When I stop holding my breath and exit, can I close the door?
(txt + work)
By Kamelia & Moostive / 2006