another sort of thread

The walls… nothing but walls.

I keep walking anyway. My only other option is to stay still, and only one of those options stands a chance of changing things.

Still… so many walls.

Have I been here before?

I can’t tell. It all looks the same.

How long have I been here?

What am I even looking for?

I need to sleep.

I dreamed of outside. It was pink.

Things are starting to feel different.

If I close my eyes…

I can hear subtle changes in the air.

I notice slight differences in touch from one wall to the next.

The smells change as I move.

The air is fresher over here.

The light is blinding. And it’s beautiful.