I have forgotten how long I've been staring
at the ceiling of this room.
What I have been doing all this time
is slowly
realizing
that I am inside this closed space.

Right now, with the idea of this space slowly
eroding
in my mind, I desperately move to escape.
But how?

I do not know yet how
to move these stiff limbs,
to have my eyes look elsewhere,
to open a door,
and more importantly,
to find that door.

But I know it is a room.
I believe there is a door.
I believe there is a way out.
I believe I will get away from this closed room,
and its crumbling image
inside my head.