Five doors. They can only be opened from the inside. Will the one open?
It’s been a while since the last time I wrote anything worthy, or even posted anything interesting. Am I running out of time? Energy? Inspiration? Or am I just simply giving up on this?
Neither I presume, it’s a little bit of everything.
I came up with a good idea for a story today, but I don’t know if I’ll ever have the conviction to finish it or even start it; I give up easily and I have no motivation when I write. I guess that’s what I need, a good ol’ dose of a true muse’s heart.
“2^8+100”, “How did you come up with that expression?”, “What does it mean?”, “It’s a door.”, “I’m not following you.”, “Among the darkness within the infinite corridors, there’s a door whose keyhole will reveal the creatures hiding in the walls and vanish them into thin air”, “This is all just a metaphor, isn’t it? What’s the truth hiding in between those words?”, “It wouldn’t be a maze if I told you, would it?”
