“Once opening the door was a promise of happiness, now my surroundings seem to have appointed me the keeper of sadness.”
“Now be a gentleman and open the door for me. My hands are full.”
“Albums that remind me of my childhood happiness make me incredibly sad now.”
“Every now and then one paints a picture that seems to have opened a door and serves as a stepping stone to other things.”
“They say when one door shuts, another one opens. But they haven’t been living at my house. Most of the doors I open seem to have something scary crouched behind them, anyway.”
“Every morning, I wake up and forget just for a second that it happened. But once my eyes open, it buries me like a landslide of sharp, sad rocks. Once my eyes open, I'm heavy, like there's to much gravity on my heart.”