Locked out, staring
Waiting until the discriminatory
Door gives up, knowing
I should ring the dangerous
Bell of my barely real
Neighbors, surely at home
Anxiety is friendlier
Then any residence
Yet, stress, from inaccessibility
Of my safest place
Temporarily, blinds
Great irrational fears
Created: 21/02/2024
Size: A2
Orientation: landscape
Type: drawing
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Then I arrived "home" without even a keyfob in my possession. They took that away from me, too. I should've just rang the doorbell of one of my neighbors.
It took about an hour for another resident to walk by, and from the moment I noticed them, I somehow sensed they would be using a different door. Instead of following them, I decided I'd rather wait some more.
Only thirty minutes later, someone from the correct door arrived. I mustered up the courage to follow them, and when they were about to open the door, their keyfob didn't work -- the door, not my keyfob, was broken this whole time.
We exchanged some quick words, but I couldn't handle the internal awkwardness and decided to move to the other door.
Nobody else would arrive for two hours, so I finally rang a doorbell. When I pulled the front door, I noticed that someone had put a screw in the door so anyone could open it. Who knows for how long this had been the case?
Of course, I learned a lot from the situation -- mainly that I should buy a ladder so I could climb onto the first floor when necessary.
