3 years

3 long years. Never thought I would come back to this place again, it was long abandoned.
Still, after all this time. It is still an awesome place to rant to myself. Where else to talk to myself. How things have changed so much after these years. New phase, new beginnings, new chapter, new challenges ahead. I am currently stuck at the doorway. Looking into a dark room, I don't know where it leads me. Or is there another door at my back, waiting to be opened. I don't know, I'm not sure. Knocking is never easy. For me. Wish doors will just fling open with a red LED sign welcoming me to open it. At loss. I cannot lie to myself to say I am not disappointed. Although do I have the right to say I am in the first place. I didn't earn the right to be. Transitions, transitions. Wanting something to grasp onto. Space. Something called my own. Unsettled. Independence. Silence, like the crickets. Jobless.  How things have moved on, changed. 3 years. Doesn't sound that long. Sure doesn't feel like 3 years ago. People. Me. Surrounding.