Life Inside White Walls

Life Inside White Walls [4] Twisted Ivory's

Yes chapter four and I'm starting to get into this story.

Sorry for the wait, I hate making excuses so I'll just blame myself for my procrastination. Thank you for the wonderful comments and votes; I'm thrilled to see that this story is getting a good response. X]

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White is the symbol of purity, a color that can reach through even the darkest of souls.  

You hang this color with pride and mark it as your goal to become as great as this  

Yet you don't realize the drops of invulnerability you plant within it.

Leaving it to die and become off, its fairness fading right before your eyes.  

Without love, that simple but symbolizing purity is stripped from its core.  

And in your left wondering what has happened to this holy shade.

With life gone, it is you who cannot grasp to realize that it was you who twisted its name.  

Thus leaving the young to shroud their eyes in fear of losing such innocence.  

Purity can only last so long till the twisted vines of life taint it forever.  

-Kalee E

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Sky blues and molten gold's danced within my vision, teasing me as stare in awe. That's what I saw before my eyes. Beautiful, bright, and astonishing shades of gold and blue stretched as far as the eye could see. I had no idea where I was, but if this was heaven I could be at peace for the rest of my life. Since the day I had been placed at this mental hospital I've wondered if there was even the slightest possibility of me ever reaching such a holy place, seeing that I've been declared as a demented being. Yet, maybe this was a sign that there was slim chance of hope left for me.

Seating myself upon the invisible ground I gently touch the streams of gold and blue, watching as they begin to mix and playfully twirl in the air by the sudden movement of my hand. Curious, I tried making patterns with the fascinating colors. With a few motions from my hands I observed the molten gold as it twisted and swirled into a memorizing spiral, its brilliant shade glistening in the nonexistent sun that shown up within this extraordinary space. With my eyes trained upon the golden vortex I add some blue in to the mix, using my free hand to push the floating color so that the two were dancing within themselves.

Though the two never truly mixed with each other, the creation itself was memorizing. With a small smile I continue to gaze at the two colors that began to drift around me, their pace leisurely as I imagined the smell of the fresh breeze from the outside. Closing my eyes, I suddenly felt the sudden trill of fingerless caresses upon my arms as the faint sent of old memories of the golden plains of grass that I used to visit as a child. I cherished those old hills, the state name long gone from memory but the landscape would forever burn into my soul.

"You seem to be enjoying yourself." A melodic masculine voice said from beside me, startling my nerves as I felt the warmth of the heavenly place began to slip away. The two colors vanished instantly, leaving a dark pool of black surrounding my form. With the brightness gone, I regained the knowledge of where I was and sadly realized the truth. I had been dreaming and was still alive, not dead at all.

That place that I was once here was merely my imaginations, a mirage meant to give me false hope. I silently wondered when I sunken so low to make up my own paradise. Have I become so desperate in order to obtain a sense of freedom?