Dear World,

I have the key to the door that I will never find.

A door that if I find, the key won't turn. The key will stick. The key will steady itself unamused and indifferent. The key will plea itself mistaken. The key will beg me to stop. The key will stay there with me, stranded and planted unknowingly and aimlessly.

Then it will sadden me, because I will always know that this is the unmistakable, right key. And that I will always be unable to open it because I choose to open the wrong doors with their right keys.

That is...until whenever.