So this is what happens, it is stuck.
It stays and it does not move. The door has grown because of the water frozen inside the small holes.
Not able to open, not able to close in summer, when water melted and the wood has swollen.
Open and close.
It is not closing, but stuck.
I cannot make my mind around it, I can only make my mind stuck around it.
Move, do not move. Why is this door so flexible, but stuck and the same time, but the thoughts,
moving, but not flexible. Stuck to the plan that I made,
before. I knew changes are on the doormat, and I can never predict who is ringing the bell.
It might be my neighbor who never stops talking about clouds. Or it is the person, who never stops stalking in my head. I never know, and the possibilities change,
everyday. Still there is that not flexible mind, that is fooling me around. Not able to stay calm,
when the doorbell rings.

C.