I open the door to find the vision of myself staring right back at me; the idle flashes of memory, imagery that flies by too fast for the eyes to process, the black butterflies swirling around before conscious escapes this bewildering estate of affiars. I see the ghostly waters that swallow bodies whole, sucking me in to relive my past. The reflection of my present day life is shining above the surface, waiting patiently for me to break its calm and enter the new disfigured picture. People that take pictures of you while you slowly drown in the river.
Waking up in the cold sweat of reality; heart racing, chest heaving, eyes wandering to the fragment of a ceiling above me. I'm shaking inside, as if each encounter formed another wraith in the ripples of the water...
You're just opening another door by peering in.