Black wall. White wall. Choose.

Note to reader: in this piece you have a choice, which wall you want to read first or last, and maybe a choice which one you might want to breath.

Black Wall

Alas, I kept looking, don’t we all, no white wall can be so smooth we think, so very tall.

Then, then I slipped, slipped so much and slashed my head.

My ears fell numb, the ringing bellowed in my brain, my pupils shimmered in agony, and incessant pain.

Then for a bit, for a moment I saw nothing, for a moment I thought to be dead.

I reached out my hand to touch the firmament placed before me, but grabbed unto nothing in return, nothing that I could see, nothing that I could feel, nothing that I could hold, there I slumped over, and there I cried.

This must be where white dreams die, where white sheets are torn apart, where white princes, and princesses are carried away in big black shackles, swallowed by the big black nothing.

I must regain my semblance, regain my footing in this utter darkness, lest I stay here forever.

So I arise once more, and tred along the black narrow path, illuminated by the black lights.

Then, then I feel it - rather fall right into it - the long black wall, the dark black ominous wall.

Sitting next to it is the damp black bed, with the torn black sheets, covered in the black darkness.

I lay down, and dream a black dream, with a black princess dragging me away to a black light with no end, and into the black, black darkness I descend.

White wall

And as time passes by I begin to slip - slip back into the unconscious, the state of being that only exists because of mere happenstance, because of luck.

Here, here is the place that I have been waiting for, only seeing it in my dreams, never waking up, and finding myself here.

It is safe, I feel safe. It is perfect, it is so very quiet here.

Here, here I am surrounded by a long white wall, and I am wearing a long white gown.

My echo does not reverberate here, and that is what I so desperately hoped for, for then I know I am truly all alone.

How long can I stay.

Is there a white bed with white sheets that I can lay upon, and rest my weary white eyes, to then descend into a beautiful white dream, where I will meet a gorgeous white princess who I will carry away into the white sunset.

Please, may it not be in vain this time, I am already too tightly pressed up against these white soft sheets, so very comfy in this large white room.

So shall I rest, so shall I stay , so shall I live here for forever - there are no mirrors here, for isn’t that what ages us.

No cracks in this white room, no bumps along the white smooth wall.

It is all too perfect, let me lay to rest here for eternity and all.