Open door.

I can feel possibilities swooshing around me but I don't know how to catch them.
I feel hopeful in an uncertain way.
I can feel excited, angry, ecstatic and down, all within an hour.

Where we live mixes me up. One day I can feel so content the next suffocated by suburbia and all that comes with suburbia.

I recognise every second person that passes me on the street.
I know a lot of these people.
Sometimes I feel I've given too much away.