Pens and paintbrushes scattered on the bathroom floor. Half-finished poems and crooked photos line the chipping walls. In the dark corners our two desks rest. The candles are beyond extinguished, our eyesight not the best. Loved ones tell us they're concerned. They say we need something different. But still we can see we have all that we need, everything we can dream we do and more behind the inner door they cannot find.