In a dark room i hide, but I cannot hide from whom that sees.

I just woke from a slumber yet I forgot which room I awoken from.

In my contemplation the complex consumes but the verdict is simple and true.

Too the door I have to find a  switch, however the switch is right at the door.

Infuriating, that I find myself in hiding from whom that always sees, and in a room I do not know yet the only way to see is get to the door.

Discombobulation takes hold.

The weight of being trapped intiates a start of panic and dread.

I begin to weep.

A echo of the truth rings true” every journey begins with a step.”

Sadly my first step was a slip.

I cursed the floor because it hit my head with no remorse.

I hatefully took my second step, “how dare the floor take advantage of my feet, and tricking my feet to slip.”

At once I made a declaration in offense “the floor is evil.”

With third step I stomped in righteous indication that I will punish the evil floor.

The fourth step I almost did it with pounce, and I had joyous thought I am better then floor because I am above it.

Then I leaped, but I had a sudden realization that a wall was before me.

In collision I thought who is the wicked person who put the wall there, and now I have to lay with the evil floor.

I shouted to the one who can see always” stupid floor and stupid wall, if I could see these evil things it would be easy to deal with!”

With a echo of truth it rings true” if you want to see, you have to listen first.”

I stood upon the floor with my feet.

How can something malicious carry my toes and bear my weight?

How can something that holds my head in sky be a bitter hostile?

Yet a choice adore my wake.

“Which way do I go?.”

A quiet echo that bears the truth rung not in head, but in the chest ” I hid a treasure in the heart’s keep.  If want truly see, find this treasure.”

Epiphany stuck me in back of the head.

As long as I have something to stay on, and if walls are of the room there is no way I will not find the door.

I stumbled, I fell, and hit my head.

However  it is necessary to get to the door.

My arms reached out, and touch a wall yet wasn’t a wall.

With great enthusiasm I lunged forward and grabbed the door knob.

The door flung open.

I flicked the light switch.

It was like a window yet it was a mirror.

There was a person.

It was like me, but wasn’t me.

I knew him as if was me.

We look at each like dearest friends, and we were always together.

It was as if we were one, but we weren’t  one.

The door flung shut.

The room was before me.

It was a mess.

And it was ok.