The Door

I’m standing,
Waiting,
Pondering,
Stressing.

Very much stressing.

You see in front of my is a door, it separates this exchange interviewer and I. It’s funny, so metaphoric . I’ll pass thorough the door and I will be faced with the greatest opportunity ever. Yet the door isn’t open yet, it’s closed waiting for the interviewee before me to finish. It’s so close I can taste it, this entire possibility is standing feet away from me. I’ve yet to enter. I’m yet to know my future. Opportunity is closed.