Curiously I Step out of my Door

I see a world more beautiful then the one in my story book.

"Is this truly the world?" I rhetorically ask myself.

Was this all a charade?

A sick joke; if you will? Am I just the butt of it?

I smell the sweetest smell I've ever smelt and breathed it in heavily.

I coughed a bit but I felt good.

I walked towards the street and was nearly ran over by a semi.

"I'm not doing that again," I thought.

The maturation of my mind seemed to take hold of the world around me.

It was as if I knew my surroundings, like I knew the small world I lived in before.

"Is it wrong to think the beyond is not so great?

Is it?

Answer the question, my dear child and maybe you will succeed in life like your father."

The flashback of my estranged father speaking those cumbersome words gave me chills.

Agoraphobia is a disease; is it not?

Was I agoraphobic?

My entire life I was told that I "don't like going outside"; but did I?

Did I ever like it?

I was snapped back into reality when I heard people shouting, "That guy has an ass for a face and a face for an ass!"

Then I remember why I never went outside.

Shucks.