A room. It’s just one room. Nothing more, yet nothing less. A room filled with a silence that holds so many unsaid things. Judging eyes and knowing smiles. How a single room from the outside can look so perfectly harmless. Just one door. Yet inside, its as if the world’s dimensions have spun wildly out of order. Such a place, behind one door. Several dozens of breaths, from several dozens of different lungs. In, Out. All at the same time. The atmosphere is almost palpable. I can feel it, that sensation, breathing down my neck. Anywhere I look, someone looks back. I can feel that internal barrier, block my thoughts, as if to hide them. To much, to many. All at the same time. The walls feel closer, narrowing in on me until I’m left pressed up against all these that I can’t relate to. Trapped. I want to leave, maybe even scream. Its all real, right here in this one room. Yet the mind is playing its infamous games, everything is on edge. Electric. Endless buzzing. Relax. Breathe. Just a little longer. At least for now, you’re just a face within a crowd.
Side note: This is the type of writing that I do around 1 o'clock in the mornings sometimes. I'm always really inspired late at night.
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