Sitting there
Silent in the still room
White walls surrounding me
No windows, no seats
Not being able to think of a single thing
Feeling enclosed in a small padded room
Hugging yourself tightly, not being able to let go
Nothing but silence
Not a sound to be heard
The dim flicker of the light above
Casting smudged white shadows of your demonds on the walls
Your only company being the split second of the shadow
Feeling more and more tired by the minuet
Drifting off into the darkness
Slowly letting go
You begin to fade
Becoming nothing
But the shadow that shows for only a split second

-MH