It's what you get other people to believe.

Sometimes I think there is a key to this whole thing.

If I could just find that key...

It would unlock everything.

I would finally understand.

As it is I am keyless.

No.

I have too many keys. I cannot find the right one.

Cannot make one fit.

Relentless in my tries.

The door remains locked.

What is behind it?

I cannot know. Unattainable knowledge.

It must be knowledge.

The key to knowledge.

That isn't to say I am unknowledgeable.

It is a certain knowledge, this unattainable knowledge.

I think whatever is behind that door shines terribly bright.

It smells of warm cinnamon.

Feels like water. Not too cold, not too hot.

But these are guesses, stabs in the dark...

Because something vital is missing.

I am missing something vital.

The key.

This key.
Without it I am unfinished.

I am a little less.

Or not enough.

How can you be less if you weren't more to begin with?

However, I am hopelessly hopeful.

I tried to bury my optimism.

I wore pessimism like an ill-fitting coat.

It was warm though. Like a shield. I liked it its unassuming comfort.

But it got too hot. Summer is coming, did you know?

I can feel this weather shifting something within me.

I am no longer satisfied, no longer content to stay this way.