A journey through a world of no option, though not death.. in the confinement of life in a small room.. Nights for the stars in the sky and days for the wind and rain and for those butterflies tripping on them, I restricted my own views. Neither the boredom of Mondays nor the joy of Saturdays, I have never felt those.. Long days and nights could have only heard my footsteps.. Their lust never allowed me to see those my eyes wanted.. I hid myself from the heights of those eagles.. Even with my voice, it was just whispering humming.. Beyond these walls is a dark forest covered with dark clouds.