The comfort and the strange allure of The Room gently embraces me.
It feels nice. Its quiet and no one can bother me.
Sitting here every day, dreaming about the things I can do for this room.
Until I realise, this room means nothing, if it's only me in here.
The comfort suddenly dissapears, the beauty as well.
I suddenly feel trapped.
Days pass, weeks, months.
I'm still stuck in this room, dreaming of the outside world and its unkown wonders.
Stuck in This Room, drying up my potential.
I can't leave this Room.