Do you think if I owned Doctor Who, I would be writing fanfictions, no, I would be finding a way to make wholock a reality.
Time has no meaning here.
You can run forever yet go no where.
You can see it and not see it at the same time.
Time is just the back yard here.
You can go everywhere in minutes.
You walk by here without even knowing.
Thru the door and into madness.
You don't intend to be mad, you just are.
You meet people who will think your crazy, you don't use that word, you use mad.
Thru the madness you will descend, deeper and deeper.
You'll be places only dreamed about.
You'll be too different for others to comprehend.
The thought of leaving scares you.
You don't scare easy anymore.
You become stronger, tougher, and braver.
The thought of things ending don't come.
You're thoughts of everything ending don't come soon enough.
You're thinking of leaving like everyone does, in the end.
Thru the doors and into normal life.
You walk out the doors.
You enter a normal life.
Thinking about it you discover that normal is boring.
You'll wonder why you left.
You'll live your life hoping that madness returns.
Thinking the chances of that is slim.
You wander thru your life.
You wander to look for hope
Thru the window you see the lost little human race.
You're hoping you're still strong, tough, and brave.
You're hoping for great things to happen to you.
Thru your doors and out into daily life.
You wonder about the others that were there before you.
You hope that you will return to that place.
Time passes normally for you now.
You'll get bored most days.
You'll no longer live on the edge, you'll just merely exist.
Time is no longer a clear line for you.
You dream of places you have been.
You no longer just wander, you stumble, fall, and trip, not in that order.
Thru the door and into dreary.
You don't intend to be sad, you just are.
You meet people who will think you're depressed, you don't use that word, you use majorly sad.
Thru the sadness you will descend, deeper and deeper.
You'll wish for the magic in life to return.
You'll be too sad for others to comprehend.
The thought of going back makes you smile.
You don't smile easily anymore.
You become sadder, tougher, and darker.
The thoughts of things starting again don't come.
You're thoughts of everything beginning again don't come soon enough.
You're thinking of leaving like some do, in the end.
Thru your doors and into 'adventurous' life.
You walk out your doors.
You enter a old life.
Thru the doors and back to a place you haven't been in for a long time.
AN: Fan Person points to anyone who can guess what the person did in the end. PM me with answers. Reviews + Me = Happiness.