Alone with your thoughts

sitting outside i was listening to the wind. feeling it against my face, like i was feeling it for the first time. i started thinking about life. wondering why i can't seem to get my ass into gear. am i broken? everything is moving, changing around me. life is moving on but i can't seem to get one foot to move in front of the other. i'm frozen in some sick and twisted time warp. Everyone says that when one door closes a million open. Where are these doors? I'm at a dead end and every door is locked. will no one let me in? I knock and knock no one answers. I scream out in frustration. All i get is the sound of my own pain echoing off the walls. Does no one understand that i am just passing through. For every time i knock all i hear are a hundred answering knocks echoing from wall to wall. It's the most heart wrenching lonely sound i have ever heard.. set on repeat like a scratched record. I've come so far for what to sit here and wait for something, anything to happen. even the door i came through is sealed shut. there's only one thing more terrifying than just being alone. and that's being alone with your own thoughts. ghosts and whispers of dreams and aspirations begging for just a chance to become reality. straining under the weight of self doubt and pure unadulterated misery. It's amazing that they even exist as whispers. And the proverbial question that is always at the fore front of my mind, it's an obsession really. a toxic chain of thinking that starts with two little words. NOW WHAT. what is an evil word full of hidden meaning and it's own agenda. i am being held back. somewhere in my mind is a tether. and it is strong and unrelenting. Some one untie me please, set me free. my smoke signals and SOS calls are falling on deaf ears. if they are reaching anyone at all. Can anyone here me? is it too late?