finding more

the buttons light up like tetris pieces following sequentially up the elevator into a pattern of insecurity and your eyes blink. 

once. 

twice.

it's never been the same since and you think about it almost every day when you're wildly lost and consumed by ravenous thoughts. the warm lights and dual reflection of unnecessary entrapment and dull longing. there is a freedom present around you and it struggles to pull you out of your sad memories and broken spirit. a narcotic feeling towards these long evenings.