Projection

It's dark.
I see a silhouette.
It looks like a boy.
The surrounding lightens up a bit.
I can see his face.
He looks lost.
He wanders around walking forward with no clear path in front of him.
His eyes tired. Heavy. Sad.
With no place to go, he goes up every door he could find.
He gestures forward as if to knock.
He raises his arm with clenched-fists.
His fist stops inches from the door.
He hesitates.
He's scared of