The quiet and dark room brings peace to my troubled mind.
I find comfort in its shadows as I, myself, were one of them.
It’s not only a shelter but the tangible proof that I am a disturbed being. Scared of the light and the life that brings with it, I spend my days confine among these walls.
Some would call it a prison. I call it a refuge. The only place where I’m not judge, where nobody expects anything from me, and I do not expect anything from anybody.
No cruelty, curse or evilness can get in here because nothing disturbs obscurity and the shadows that freely live in it.