-Tap Tap-
"Let me in?"
I beat on the glass, gently, with my knuckles, and peering into the darkness, saw nothing but shadows. There was no answer.
I stood outside and waited more. It had begun to drizzle from the grey monotonous clouds. Such typical weather.
It wasn't that chilly. Just wet. I pulled my jacket around me tighter, clinging desperately on to the warmth and dryness seeping from every fold.
Head tilted towards the sky, I waited for the door to open. Not that I'm sure it ever will.
Oh, I know that there is someone inside. It's a house isn't it? There's bound to be. And I've seen the lights in there at night, sometimes, and even more rarely, the passing of people through those doors. Always the same types. Unreachable.
Back towards the entrance, I fancied I could hear the key rattle in the lock, the heavy door shifting from its frame. I turned around to no motion. It's happened before. Why not now?
The front garden was alittle worn. The weeds grew abit too high, the grass a little too uneven and the rose bushes a little too wild. It added to the mystery of this place, but overall it was still a becoming garden. Atypical, unique and well kept, relatively. I wandered up and down the stepping stones of a garden path to the front door, glaring at the blankness of the wood, the solidity of the wall. If only...
I'd be so much more help inside than standing out here in the rain, doing nothing. If they'd only let me in, I could cook, clean, reaarange, fix... or at least attempt to.
And instead of this house, this grand exterior, a little weather worn and in need of a brush of paint, with its endless shadows to make up for it inside. Instead of this place I cannot enter. There would be crystal chandeliers and sunlight, piano music, laughter, happiness and hoped coaxed into life within these walls.
And maybe it'll even stop raining.
But the door remains firmly shut. And I'm sure the chain remains firmly in place too, perhaps even rusty from disuse. Such a waste of a good house, such a waste.
I take a peek at my watch. The second hand seems to tick extra slowly today. Tucking it back into my sleeve, I ruffle my jacket again. I'm done waiting for today.
As I wandered down the driveway, a neighbour kindly stuck their head out to pay their formalities.
"He's never going to come out you know, haven't seen him out of that house in years"
Ha ha, like I don't know that?
"Yes, thank you for warning me, but I'm afraid I have no choice. My business is quite important"
The kind neighbour shakes his head, and tells me he'll send word if the occupant ever sticks his head out of a window at all, then something about whether he had died in the house or something. An unpleasant thought.
With a backward glance, I then walked on. No sooner than I leave it, the exterior of the grand house is calling my back again, lulling, seductive, wanting me to solve its mysteries. Not today, not today...
But one day I'll get in. And I'll meet him. And I'll plant sunshine into those halls, candles into the corners, hanging baskets of ferns on the veranda and lilly-of-the-valley in the lawn.
Just you wait.
One day
One day
One day you'll let me in
-Blood
"Let me in?"
I beat on the glass, gently, with my knuckles, and peering into the darkness, saw nothing but shadows. There was no answer.
I stood outside and waited more. It had begun to drizzle from the grey monotonous clouds. Such typical weather.
It wasn't that chilly. Just wet. I pulled my jacket around me tighter, clinging desperately on to the warmth and dryness seeping from every fold.
Head tilted towards the sky, I waited for the door to open. Not that I'm sure it ever will.
Oh, I know that there is someone inside. It's a house isn't it? There's bound to be. And I've seen the lights in there at night, sometimes, and even more rarely, the passing of people through those doors. Always the same types. Unreachable.
Back towards the entrance, I fancied I could hear the key rattle in the lock, the heavy door shifting from its frame. I turned around to no motion. It's happened before. Why not now?
The front garden was alittle worn. The weeds grew abit too high, the grass a little too uneven and the rose bushes a little too wild. It added to the mystery of this place, but overall it was still a becoming garden. Atypical, unique and well kept, relatively. I wandered up and down the stepping stones of a garden path to the front door, glaring at the blankness of the wood, the solidity of the wall. If only...
I'd be so much more help inside than standing out here in the rain, doing nothing. If they'd only let me in, I could cook, clean, reaarange, fix... or at least attempt to.
And instead of this house, this grand exterior, a little weather worn and in need of a brush of paint, with its endless shadows to make up for it inside. Instead of this place I cannot enter. There would be crystal chandeliers and sunlight, piano music, laughter, happiness and hoped coaxed into life within these walls.
And maybe it'll even stop raining.
But the door remains firmly shut. And I'm sure the chain remains firmly in place too, perhaps even rusty from disuse. Such a waste of a good house, such a waste.
I take a peek at my watch. The second hand seems to tick extra slowly today. Tucking it back into my sleeve, I ruffle my jacket again. I'm done waiting for today.
As I wandered down the driveway, a neighbour kindly stuck their head out to pay their formalities.
"He's never going to come out you know, haven't seen him out of that house in years"
Ha ha, like I don't know that?
"Yes, thank you for warning me, but I'm afraid I have no choice. My business is quite important"
The kind neighbour shakes his head, and tells me he'll send word if the occupant ever sticks his head out of a window at all, then something about whether he had died in the house or something. An unpleasant thought.
With a backward glance, I then walked on. No sooner than I leave it, the exterior of the grand house is calling my back again, lulling, seductive, wanting me to solve its mysteries. Not today, not today...
But one day I'll get in. And I'll meet him. And I'll plant sunshine into those halls, candles into the corners, hanging baskets of ferns on the veranda and lilly-of-the-valley in the lawn.
Just you wait.
One day
One day
One day you'll let me in
-Blood
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