Colours

The dark. You can't see anything. The room is black. Perfect black. You love it. It's home. Imagine staying here for days. Cold. Not seeing anyone. Not seeing anything. You sit on your bed. It's warm. It's comfortable. It's white. Such white sheets. Without spots. You have never seen something so white. It's penetrating your eyes. But you don't care. You love it here. It's home.
You hear the sound of your heartbeat. You hear your blood running through your veins. It's like crazy. You get crazy. You are crazy. You are mad. Madness. Blood running. Pressure. You want to sleep. You can't. You hear your own thoughts screaming. People screaming. It's so full this lonely room. Hands shaking. Fists ready to fight. Calm down. Stop. Turn the curtains. There is a window. There is air. Sun. The light gets in. The room is white. The sheets are black.