I sit in a room… A dark, empty room.. I could fill this room with anything I really want… but instead I stare at the wall… A wall covered in many cracks and that stretches infinitely… I sit there…watching… Each time I go forward… everytime I try to keep going… I hear it…. I hear cracks form on the wall… The noise echoes through my mind a constant reminder… I fear… that someday that wall will finally crumble… I may not know what is on the other side of this wall that is in my mind but I am certain… If this wall does break I will be suffocated by whatever's behind it. . .
I have given up on trying to fix the wall, I simply can not find the time.. And besides each time I do it just cracks again… it is no longer a question of will this wall break, but when will it? A day? A Month? Years? I don’t know…
Will I survive? Maybe… but will the same person that everyone else knew come out of it? Or will it be a person of my past? Who knows….
But until that day does occur, I shall sit in this empty room in my mind and stare at my approaching fate.. While I push forward in hopes that the next day will be better than the last…
