Can you imagine being in a dark room with your eyes closed trying to get out of the door? So, you feel around. Touching things, trying to identify them, maybe even tripping over things. Stubbing a toe, making a wrong turn, running into a wall. But there is a breeze on your legs, so you know you are close, a crispness to the air. You make your way trying to judge left or right, close or far to your 'freedom'.
I feel as if freedom is right around the corner. There will be a point in my life very soon when all of my prayers will be answered, all of my longings will come to fruition. Where I can not only touch the door but open it and make my way out. Right now I'm walking blind, having set back after set back, but I know the terrain and a few strategic foundlings and a cunning moves will lead me to the door I've been waiting for.

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