Status: This is my first story in English and on here, so forgive me for all the expected typos and other stuff, idk.
Between the Doors
What happens when nothing happens, when nothing changes even when it does. How can you climb a mountain that isn't there, is it there?
If it is, what if you suddenly one day walk into the mountain, what will happen if you apparently realize that the mountain is there and you need to get to the other side of this metaphor but the mountain is in the way, how do you even over come something that never was meant to exist something unexpected, just coming out from our unholy blue sky.
Does it even exist, our is it just an illusion, such as a bloody fist in your face.
It is a country side of pure imagination, but the climb is there, in your way.
It's always there, although it is not. It's not here, your not here.
So if you don't know, don't wanna know, don't care to know, might as well flip the page.
This is a story of the long dusty road in Utah and a brother, a sister, a car, pealing eyes and strangers fingertips and hallowed handshakes. This is the story of two siblings on an open road.
If it is, what if you suddenly one day walk into the mountain, what will happen if you apparently realize that the mountain is there and you need to get to the other side of this metaphor but the mountain is in the way, how do you even over come something that never was meant to exist something unexpected, just coming out from our unholy blue sky.
Does it even exist, our is it just an illusion, such as a bloody fist in your face.
It is a country side of pure imagination, but the climb is there, in your way.
It's always there, although it is not. It's not here, your not here.
So if you don't know, don't wanna know, don't care to know, might as well flip the page.
This is a story of the long dusty road in Utah and a brother, a sister, a car, pealing eyes and strangers fingertips and hallowed handshakes. This is the story of two siblings on an open road.