Dreams are places that we visit when we cannot escape our own mundane reality. In my dreams, I find myself standing in front of a door. That door is always cracked or closed; the outside world cannot reach me here.

I want to be brave and to reach for the knob, give it a twist and show whatever is on the other side exactly what I am made of. But I am afraid.

I will never have the courage to leave this peaceful place where I can be completely myself. No eyes to see through me and to judge, no one to tell me that I should be something else.

Here I will stay, where my dreams are beautiful and I am free to be who I am, not what you want me to be. Perhaps one day everyone will understand the freedom that lies behind closed doors. Then we wouldn’t need doors at all.