text: Imagine a room. 4 walls, cold, hard. They surround you. You're standing in the middle, palms facing outward, eyes forward, head straight. You're suffocating. Slowly. Tightness, it grows, stronger and stronger. You glance up, you see others. Parents, friends. All family. You're distracted, for just a second, one beautiful second. Like a dream, it infatuates you, lulls you, but of course you wake up. You look forward again, the walls have moved closer. You can touch them, you do. They're not so cold, warm almost. Not warm enough to be comfortable, enough to be enough. You glance upward, one last time. Goodbye. The walls collapse, envelop you, grasp you, molest you. Yet you survive. You stand. Palms outward, head straight. Another day, the walls erect. Try again they will, try again you must.