Room goodbye

She stared at the wall, the silent wall, a wall that couldn’t speak, though – that wall of her room was one of her few friends in this world
She always asked him questions – questions about people outside, questions about people who have a life, about forests, the forests out side, of sunlight, and clear skies.

Her other friends were her bed – long 2 person bed, as if of a princess, and her beloved window – whom she always stares at for hours at a time, and every time she does that, that stare of hers, she cries.

She sat down on her chair and placed her hands on the desk, grabbed a feather pen, and started writing a letter
It was a unique letter, the kind of letter you leave behind, and the kind of letter you only write once.
She got up on her desk, exhaled air as hard as she could on her oil lamp, she took the rope she made and hang it on the lamp, and placed it on her head, pulled back her long smooth her and revealed her dismal face, and pulled the rope down and rapped it neatly around her neck.

Good-bye wall, you’ve always been so quiet as I talked, you were
A good listener.
You too bed, you were always so comfortable, though its too bad you’r
So big for just me
And you Window…you… I will always remember you, for letting me
Look, for letting me stare, to look through you at this place out there.

She came closer to the edge of her desk, she stepped on the edge, one foot in midair, both hands on neck, one tear dripping.

There – she is hanged, she’s floating…
Alas! The rope has snapped, she fell right down to her precious floor, hurting her legs.

Frustrated, angry, all feelings in a giant blender of her mind, she is confused, what to do? What to do?
She looked right up in despair… and she noticed her faithful extinguished lamp – she got up on her desk, no rope in her hands.
She grabbed the lamp, got back down from the desk, stepped backwards and threw the lamp as hard as she possibly could on her beloved window – betraying it with no second thought… and it exploded outwards to that place outside, ofcours, her next destination

By BlackWinter (Jeff Vinestein)

Jeff Vinestein, thats all there is to it