-Humanity Shines-

[5] - The Purple Room

The room in which I sit, is rich with an array of purples. It's called the purple room and the name really does fit; when walls and chairs, to ceilings and floors are covered in it.

And in this room which resides one singular chair and a desk on the side. The window brings in the sun, brighting the room for everyone.

There's a wilted flower on a table near the door, and behind it is a painting of a blooming spore. Vines crawling down the walls, with water leaks that fall and fall.

A demand from someone close written in pristine writing, and a note to one's self on not dying.

The purple room is bright in color, it truly is like no other. But when I sit alone inside, all I can feel are peering eyes. Oh how they've left so long ago, but they stay in hiding and watch me fro;

I'd like to leave this ghastly hole.