My doors of perception are wide open, though locked in the middle…
Seeing through them one shall face the ocean that defines me…
These doors present the eyes with which I observe the world…
and they have nothing to hide, they are guarding the peace within myself.
These doors are not doors, they are gates. They are paths and one-way roads to the depth of my soul. There one shall find the ocean. There one shall notice the layers of blue, the waves and a breeze that carries heat, moisture, and occasionally traces of ice and salt.
This ocean defines myself. This ocean frames myself. This ocean shall become myself and I shall become the ocean. In the end, I shall end up blended with the open sea. Drowned in the lower layers of it. Dark blue. Slightly heated. Undefinable. Unlimited. Inseparable from the mass of water. I shall as well carry some hints of light green due to the sunbeams intruding my prisms; the drops of water of which I am consisted. I shall as well hide treasures.
Alternatively, I might end up polluted.
