A butterfly flies its cocoon

A bear crawls out of hibernation

A hermit crab changes its shell

And lambs are always born in spring

My metamorphosis and arrival is nothing like theirs.

I have slept and awoken each season to find me, and even after emerging from my cocoon and I have changed my shell and crawled out of hibernation with the aims of reinventing myself. And with neither version perfect...

When one door closes, another opens.

Yet I am trapped in these four walls.

For me, one has closed and has stayed so,

No escape from ceiling to floor.

Just me as it always has been.

If I close my eyes and think hard enough,

I imagine I have keys to a door

right in front of me.

I reach into my pocket pushing aside gum and other miscellaneous items,

and reach for the heavy brass key that I know fit...

It was the way he completely ignored the purpose of the bread knife at the table and used the dinner one instead. It was the way he stuffed the napkin into his collar before looking at the menu. He reminded me of Stan.

Stan and I met at Oxford when I was in first year. We first met at a freshers party off campus in the condition that one would find anyone during freshers week, either desperate, ...