White
Im trapped, in a box. Jailed. Nothing but white. Its as if somebody was pinning you down and you couldn't move at all. No where to go. Nothing to see. Nothing to smell. Nothing to feel but trapped. Not a single sound yet it sounds like fingers on a chalkboard. Yearning for something. Something filled with color. Something louder than life. Something to smell. Close your eyes hoping for the white to go away. Open. All you see is white. White like the puffy clouds, white like a clean sheet of paper, white like that shirt you love. Now you wish you had stained so you could picture color, but nothing. No color, no light, not even darkness, nothing but white.
