You had lived quite a remarkable life
There were no doors, there were no windows, still the daylight came in but not enough to render the hundred naked lightbulbs useless. You had written letters and drawn diagrams of stillness over every wall of your little so-called home. But still carefully allowing the whitespace to enjoy its existence. All the drawings, and all the letters, who diligently formed words of hundred dreams, were accompanied with big bold black lines who formed a map, guiding you and your visitors gently through your fantasies.
There were no doors, there were no windows, still the daylight came in but not enough to render the hundred naked lightbulbs useless. You had written letters and drawn diagrams of stillness over every wall of your little so-called home. But still carefully allowing the whitespace to enjoy its existence. All the drawings, and all the letters, who diligently formed words of hundred dreams, were accompanied with big bold black lines who formed a map, guiding you and your visitors gently through your fantasies.
