Keys.

There are several doors in my peripheral vision, these doors each take a key. I search for keys, relentlessly so that soon I will have a whole collection. I love collecting keys, even if they don't go anywhere or don't belong to anything. I can relate to them in a certain way. As much as I do fit in with other people I feel like one of those keys, drifting from owner to owner looking for my other half. Maybe I will find that other half, whatever that other half happens to be, or maybe I'm condemned to a life of only being able to see my other half in the perimeter of my vision.