The month came to an end with silence, like all the other months of this year.
I noticed a small flower, stuck, behind a wall, striving upward.
I can relate, I thought to myself.
Then, trying to get a glimpse of that room with those beautiful flowers,
it was there again.
The dreams and desires for an unknown place,
for a door,
that I wish would finally open,
no matter how steep the stairs would be to get there.