I’ve always had white walls.
White. all of that deep absence of color, hugging me on my sleep and my thoughts.
“they where plain, they where boring.”
I’ve always said.
They where not.
i can see nothing but those white walls.
They are, in fact, scary.
Every time I wake up at night from a nightmare, I stare directly into nothingness.
But white is such a peaceful color. White is such a pure color.
White. White?. Nothing else.
I can assure you, when I look deep in that color all I can feel is loneliness. Desperate loneliness trying to scape such an over powered color. It can blind you. It can consume you. You’re not allowed to breath, and you’re doomed to get lost in every thought that comes to your mind. May be about your past, or all the things you’ve done wrong.
White. White walls.
You try to think of some colors.
But you only see white.
You are only relieved when knowing it’s night time.
when you can feel the white walls are no longer white, they turn grey, graphite, to almost black.
Black walls. Black.
now darkness has come, it embraces you.
you can feel your eyes resting in that color.
You go out. You can now breathe.
