The Kingdom of closed doors (2)

Continued...

HE
He also had a name. He was called Mr. Barnes. On the day-after- tomorrow he will turn 50. Many people tried to look within Mr. Barnes’s; he himself was a frequent visitor of his inner world, and just like everyone else, he would only find a conflict there. And while he was looking for a way to compromise with his own alter-ego, a day would be changed by a new one, and a new night would fall. Winters were replaced by springs, and springs by summer in return. Sometimes he would not notice time go by, sometimes he would not pay attention or would pretend he didn’t. What is the point anyway? He also was a frequent visitor of the “closed doors kingdom”. Just the walls never spoke to him, he was not friendly with them. Maybe it was because he never listened to them.
He would just come and sit there alone and quietly. He would continue thinking of his own. And whatever-was-inside could get away, go beyond the borders. This whatever-inside creature had many faces, changing all the time! Once let out, it would run around, being erratic, jumping up and down turning upside down the flower pots, and what’s most horrible, would open other doors without knocking…

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The Kingdom of closed doors (1)

SHE
She had a name. It was Veronica and on the day-after-tomorrow she will turn 25. If anyone would ever try to see and understand the inner world of Veronica, they would very soon abandon the idea, as it happens to be something pointless and useless. No one ever was interested neither in Veronica’s inner world, nor in her dreams and hopes. Sometimes she cried because of that, and sometimes she would lock herself in her room, and would stand by the window for hours with her head up, she would listen, how in the saturated air of impatience, the circles of eternity make their round-about. She was the only one chosen to know what happens behind the closed doors, where the silence squashed the ears, and the walls, interrupting each other, start to speak to you. And every time she would step out of her locked room, she would go through a change. She knew it, she enjoyed it, and that’s why she would use every opportunity to get lost in her kingdom of closed doors.
And so: the walls – they had voices, and not only ears as commonly believed. They had a weird manner to talk in whisper and all at the same time. But from time to time, you could hear the bits of phrases and even comprehend them. Thus, the first wall had a low and quiet voice, and it was saying that “this is happening when the dim light of street lamps falls on the closed doors, and when the chained up hand in shackles are about to touch the beloved face. Another one insisted that this is the same feeling when you sneak from behind the curtain, watching a miracle to happen. The third one, the noisiest, shouted that this is the same when being stabbed in the back by someone you love and trust. It is very possible that walls were saying something else apart from that, but it could not be heard, due to the noise of the morning tram passing by…Soon disappeared the street lamps; they were changed by the morning sun rays…

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Feelings vs. Silence

In endless attempts to understand human mind and feelings, only more questions come up. Why do people feel love, hatred, passion and indifference. How does it come about that some constantly fall in and fall out of love, while others are not capable of understanding even the term of it. Why do some people care about others, when those do not feel the need of this care. And finally: why some people are happy and others are not. Are those really happy, or do they only think they are? Or do they only show that they are? How can you make yourself happy? How can you keep on smiling, keep on walking with your head up when life strikes you, trying to make fun of you?
Thinking every now and then, I had some pictures and personalities in my mind. Right now, I felt that time had come for these personalities to become real. At least here, in the spinning room they have the right to exist. They have the right to be "set free"...
Soon "The kingdom of closed doors"