We are all just people chasing people.
We’ve become revolving doors in an attempt to find a person that makes love feel real.
One person spins in and we let them in and guide them to the elevator.
It’s as though each wall we have built around our hearts is synonymous with the floors of our hotel.
What level will they get to?
The goal is the top. The penthouse. It’s where the deepest parts of us reside.
Protected by the security guards and the 112 floors laying below.
Another person walks in, they get inside, they make it to floor 12.
The higher the floor the more homie it gets.
It’s less of the standard ice machines and blankets you don’t dare sleep underneath And more filled with stocked up fridges and comforters that you’re sure are dry cleaned after each Stay.
Higher up, it’s less of a room and more of a suite.
Higher up, and you get a view of a city that bustles, but here you feel at home.
Another one comes, the door doesn’t really stop spinning, as one comes in, one leaves.
You wonder if you should shut the hotel down, it simply costs too much if they don’t stay on the upper most floors.
Another one must have checked in, you wonder if your tower is too tall, you speed her up to the 56th floor.
She likes the stay she claims.
You’re hesitant. But you bring her to a more “permanent,” floor.
You call to check in on her stay, silence.
You try daily, surely she’s out exploring all the hotel has to offer.
Empty phone calls and unanswered memos.
Silence floods you like the dark floods the unoccupied home.
Suddenly there’s an answer and you know that her stay has come to an end.
You ask for a follow-up.
You want to know what went wrong.
Did home feel like a prison?
Or was it just not luxurious enough?
Did you find a better stay?
Deep down I know that they’re seeking a hostel and I am a home.
Permanency is not a word that is understood by this generation.
*ring ring ring *
They ask if there’s room. The cost is not a problem.
You stare at the city below.
How do you answer?
Are you open or closed?
Are you content being a hostel or are you determined to be a home?
“Hello, miss, I’ve heard such good things about this place, it looks beautiful, I’d pay anything to stay here.”
You blink back into reality.
And the cost? Is it more expensive to them to put so much into something they end up leaving behind or more expensive to you to give all you can to make the stay as pleasurable as possible and you have nothing to show for it?
There’s room, we have a place on the 100th floor, I’m sure you’ll love.
“Great, I’ll take it!”
You grease the door, you try to follow up with that review.. we are all people chasing people, round and round we go..
When it stops nobody knows.