That Would Lead Me To Damnation.

We have raining seasons. I would like to say that, I don't know, it starts as a joke, leave it as a joke. Come and bring emotion into the scene.

You allowed yourself to fall, and that is it. Don't come and blame emotion. Emotion played no part in this.

I saw it, knocks and acts, but the answer was cold and silent. You remember that biblical thing that they say, sick, knock, and acts? It's the language of prayer, you know, supplication. So I don't understand why you approached a door you believe will open, and then it didn't, and you said it was cold and silent.

I'm still trying to get the analogy there. You know, I'm still trying to know why you stand at a closed door in the quiet, instead of you walking away, carrying everything you brought. You decided to, and tell us that it was closed.

Well, I love the fact that you are vulnerable. You said, I watched from a distance with a broken heart. I'm so sorry, Plato.

This is the poem's most vulnerable line, and it was so clean. There was no terror in it. Journal metaphor, just a plain statement of someone standing outside of something they wanted and couldn't have.

And I feel like the distance is both physical and emotional because I'm reading it, and I feel like I'm watching you, watching yourself from where you could have reached, but couldn't reach. So I'm going to give you an applause for this piece, for this part, or for this line here. Wondering if I've taken the route that would lead me to damnation.