Four walls. Three white and one orange. Prison? Sanctuary? Yes and yes. I want to be here.. locked away... for the day has been unkind. I dont want to be here anymore ...if i do, ill be soon forgotten. Its going to be ok. Thats the queen of cliches Have said it to myself over and again Wishing for the gloom to leave.. but in vain Four walls enclosing plain vaccum. Im floating around.. i am sinking down... The mind defies all the laws of science.. 29 bones enclosing plain vaccum. Incoherent... read more
