I’m sleeping and in my dreams I see this doorway. What could it be? I asked myself as I approach it, my legs were like rubber, I couldn’t walk to it. Why couldn’t I reach it? Remember, I said to myself, you’re only dreaming. then I saw a vision , people were coming out of that doorway, all my loved ones that are deceased. I was happy to see them. I started to cry. I wanted to hold my mom and ki...

Driving down the road. Top down. Wind whipping through his hair. This was Ryan’s favorite time of day. Twilight, just as the last of the light leaks off the horizon. The engine of his 1970’s corvette humming along was the perfect sound at the perfect time of day. The only thought in his mind was on the drink he would be making once he got home. His week had been a nightmare and now it was three da...

A calmness come over me as I saw a strange light coming from the distance, the source of light was the only thing I see. My feet felt heavy with each step I took....

Through the streets of London,

Ive entered this red mysterious door.

A small cubicle,

where people make a call for.

Every word you said that night,

Through that phone,

I begged for you to just love me,

Or at least just listen to me,

Thats all I ask for.

But after the words you have told,

A scar left on my heart and skin,

And it took me a whole night,

To reminisce and try to let you go,

Whilst ...

For over a century now the red door has been symbolized as a safe house or safe haven. A place where people could run to for shelter and refuge. The corrupted world leaders so hypnotized by greed, that they continue to stay blind to this symbol. While rural areas contain more landscape for these refuges, the urban areas lack the terrain. So they had to get creative. Still using the bright red colo...

Is it? Is it civilization? Finally? I have been wandering in this desert for what seems like forever. And there it is. A phone booth! And lights beyond. A city? Oh joy. I might finally be done with this nightmare. Finally, I can have water. And maybe a little food. How long has it been? Five days? Six? A month? I just don’t know. I have seen mirages and had hallucinations. I do n...

Red walls closing in

Broken phone on the wall

Door is blocked

But I’m not shocked

I can’t get out anyway

The sky is dark

No one around

I can barely see the ground

Snow falls heavy

But makes no sound

Thick flakes creep up

The windows The skys cup

I cant see outside

I am getting cold

I might have to give up

I sit here on the floor

in this telephone booth

accepting fate

Closing my eyes

As I say...

I needed to make a call and the phone wasn’t working on the airplane. “Excuse me do you know when the phones will start working again?” I asked the flight attendant, “No sir. We have been having problems for a while now. A soon as it comes back I’ll make sure to let you know.”

I just nodded at here and knew that that wasn’t going to happen. I went back to my laptop and began working on the docum...

Not knowing where to start …

With an Eerie heart ..

One foot stepped in front of the other.

Where your feet wonder ..

depends on the vibrations of the earth .

You search ..

For something nobody’s ever seen before .

Is it Impossible …

You feel duplicated …

In a world full of opportunities …

Helping us embrace our true selfs …

How is that possible…

You search….

not knowing…

the possi...

I’m uncertain how the red phone booths of England became a symbol of that entire country, but it absolutely has. A quick scan of any jet setters Instagram account will confirm. I think anytime most people see one of these iconic, but obsolete booths, their noggin is immediately filled with images of beefeaters, the royal family and odd looking taxis.

I may be the exception. When I see one of th...