I ran from it... as i passed it.... I barely noticed it, It was my main fear but it was also my eternal calm spreading with darkness. People enter the same door as they turn around and leave... it`s small, Pathetic and if you never did anything in this room, you will be forgotten. If you left quick, people would wonder.... I hold my breathe under water, would it make a difference if I cried then? Better yet, Is there a reason to cry over something as small as the car parked on my lawn or the fact that summer is cold. I wonder if you understand me? As I sit here, I realize the room was wide open and now I only let a few in. The book on the counter holds a piece of the wall in this room.  As i close it, I let a few minor pages hang from its sides , for the curious, this book is quite a read. for dull and unsatisified this book is an average novel. For a few this book is an epic/ text of horror, pain, agony, love, trust and every feeling known to existance just on one page alone. For the very few the book continues. As each page unfolds....a scream echos throughout your mind and you notice your time up. What just happen?... are the words your mind last hears.. cheers to this .. I should go to bed.... The fck am i writting?!!! GOodnight!