i'm good at shutting things away. the things that hurt, the things that suffocate me, the things i miss or want so bad i feel this ache inside of me. and i shut them away behind bolted doors, and sometimes in the hectic daily life, i do forget most of it. it's like the things never happened, or the people are just figments of my imagination, mere shadows that flit at the back of my mind.

but it is only in the quiet moments in the night, that the doors open slightly.. and longing more than anything else comes creeping out. longing for so many things, so many places, so many people. things, places and people i can't have right now. or maybe can't ever have..

and at the same time, when these doors are shut, not only do they keep things in, they keep the new things out. so stuck i am.