THE GATE

He was fasinated by their world and thus drawn into its clutches. There was a freedom within, a complete abandonment of the values and decorum from which he was raised and this intransed him.  This world was one of pleasure and enjoyment, free from the bindings of judgement. It was a thrilling and dangerous place.  One wrong step and one may never recover or ever be the same again. At this point he was still able to travel freely between his world and theirs but secretly within he feared he was losing his ability to recognize the exit as it became cloudy under the moisture of ecstasy, the blooms slowly growing over and covering the gate.

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