Thoughts.com Blogs - THE FOUR WALLS.

"I sademize my brain to bring out my wildest imagination. I wake up at 3 oclock in the morning, and pace through the night in my room. I pace, and pace at a steady gait, looking at my walls. My torturing walls of insanity. The four walls with horrid scratches and scrapes that are simply, unbearable! How long with this last? It is unknown to me. I am reluctant find out. The sanctuary of ignorace within this room may be the only thing keeping me from the realization of everything else breaking down around me. Supposably the television in my room was once the portal to entertainment, but now, is a certain "De`ja Vu". I begin to see everything in this box of sanity, that is by daylight to nightfall, a defiance of law, and also a constant irritant to a normal mind. The plain color is hideous, and unreliable enough, and infuriating enough, to think i've mastered it all these years! Perhaps, in my point of view, as I am the only one who sees this, but just as you are near the end of following the way of the walls and the room itself, It does a somersault and there you are. It slaps you, knocks you down, and tramples upon you. Its like a bad dream. That gives you nurishment to continue on with life. When the sun shoots out the window, the room changes so quickly it is unbeleivable. And now, by moonlight, it shines throughout the room. I would not know that its the same lumps, scrapes, and dismember` edged walls. Im suprised it keeps me so still. I lay down alot in my room of solitude. It is so puzzling. It keeps me in the room, quiet, by the hour. It is a bad habit i am convinced, for you see I dont sleep well. And in which I cultivate deceit, because I dont tell people I am awake. Watching them. With one open eye, I scan their every movement. "Will they touch the wall?" "Do they see what I see?"
What are these four walls doing to me?"