I cannot describe to you the pallor of these walls. They hold an ashamed colour, it is as if they wish to just shrink back and hide. Sometimes I think I am fighting shrinking back with them. At times it feels like they have surrounded me so completely that I am inside of them. Trying to wipe all their diseased yellow from my eyes. People often say that walls are closing in on them, but I have yet to experience that for it always feels a bit more like I am being made thinner by their pull. They seem to unravel strands of energy from my body, soon enough I think I shall be nothing at all.


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