last night i came home late, and the door to my bedroom was closed. i tried to open it and fall into bed, only to find it locked. it’s a new lock, a new door, a new room, a new house.

and suddenly i just wanted to go home… except i don’t live there anymore, i live here. i got so frustrated at not having the key hanging from the lock, at not having anyone to call, and not being able to open my own door. i asked myself “would Namjoon write a song about this? would he rhyme his frustrations away, would he turn turmoil into art?” and i just wanted to talk to you, to try and tease out your thoughts, try to know you just a little. i wondered how you handle catastrophe, if you scowl at the sky when it spits rain in your eye. i kept trying to pick the lock to my own room while thinking about you, and how maybe some day i will pick that lock, too.

-D