You cover all the mirrors in your house because lying eyes have a way of haunting you. There’s truth in some of it, but the part where you said it gets better still feels like a lie. So you drape all of your anger over the doorknobs. Kicking down every door to show it that you’re a little stronger than where it left you. It feels good, but you’re left with a fucking mess again. so, rebuilt the frame, pull the hinges from the wall. Sand the chipped paint. Make it look new. Make it look like it never hurt. Make it open with ease. Apologize to yourself for the mess you made and start over and over and over again. -AMT