knock knock

i'm standing at the door but i don't dare to knock, much less try to enter. i'm afraid that there wasn't even an invitation to begin with. maybe it's gonna be wishful thinking on my part once again, then i'll have to leave in embarrassment, while the occupant looks on and thinks 'what the fuck was that?'

that was me, because i haven't been using my brain much in the past. you would have thought i'd learnt my lesson after the first time, but no. i had to try and be stupid a few more times but hopefully i've grown smarter over the years.

i'm gonna sit on the doorstep and wait, but i don't know what i'm waiting for, because the door has never been opened before. perhaps the door will open and i'll scream and run away at the sight of the horrors that await, or perhaps i'll have so much fun and wonder why didn't i go in sooner?