Go open the door of infinity.

Maybe you’ll taste the bloody gun powder of the war filling your sympathetic heart,

the never ending fog,

or the fire of Australia making a burning ring around you.

Go and open the box of adventure.

Maybe you’ll feel the muddy hand reaching out to pull you in,

the socked tropics leaves dripping like a waterfall,

or the simple breeze of the rocky beach.

Go and open the window of disaster.

Maybe you’ll feel the broken cups on the the floor of a failed dream,

the wooden frame of the window bent like a Jurassic slide,

or mirrors smashed on the cracked floor boards.

Go and open the bottle on peacefulness.

Maybe you’ll hear the crystal clear ocean like a curled seashell on the beach,

a candle burning away getting shorter the second,

or a waterfall cascading down.