Time stops,
Clocks just disappear.
My surroundings,
Dims,
Blurs out.
The light shines on the yellowed paper,
I breathe in the mustiness.
The cold air of the room,
Hits my skin.
A prickly, tingling sensation,
I soon forget.
Plush leather seats,
I plop myself down,
The chair welcomes me,
By enveloping me,
In its strikingly cold embrace.
I came into this building,
To momentarily,
Forget all the heartwrenching,
Dark memories.
I need a break,
Fatigue strikes me,
I cannot move on.
The memories haunt me dreams,
My thoughts,
They are everywhere.
There's no switch,
To turn it on or off,
It has been locked.
The more I push it away,
The more it comes back.
This very place,
With its endless shelves of off buttons,
Seats scattered around,
A place,
Where broken people come to rest,
Their minds.
My eyes,
They dance around,
Picking up the words on the paper,
My brain,
Gobbles up the words,
To form pictures,
Soon enough,
A whole movie production,
Playing in my head.
What is around me?
Where am I?
I forget everything,
That is of the world,
And focus on the movie,
My brain puts together.
The words start to merge with my eyes,
And my eyes merges with my brain,
They merge into one,
To optimise the fun.
Time,
Less and less of it I get,
Sitting for hours,
Writing worksheets,
Reports,
Reflections,
Stacks of work.
Schoolwork is never ending,
I'm always busy.
I yearn for a chance,
To go back to that wondrous palace,
To break away from the world once more
Alas I can't,
For I am now grown up,
Busy and occupied,
Twenty four hours a day.
Barely enough time,
For a rest of the mind,
Into the wee hours.
Sleeps abandoned,
So are my words,
That strings together,
That forms a movie,
I miss that.
