endless

What is it to complain about pain, when you always run the same circles..?

You are walking around between the same yellowish tapestries on the wall, on the same weird dirty floor carpet. Still, you've been here for a while, and nothing changed. You want to go out, to see the sunlight again, not just the buzzing fluorescent lamps stretching endlessly in front of you.
You don't know how to get out..
Or is it that you don't want to? That there is a soft voice in you saying that you should stay here?

Because it's predictable here.. you know what happens if anything happens. You already know this place.

The same dirty yellow tapestry again, again, again, again, again.
The lights never go out, you are stuck in an ever flowing artificial light. That never goes out. Sometimes you would rather take your eyes out than see again this buzzing source of light.

You could leave... you actually have the keys. You just never bothered to notice them.

Once, you found a window looking at a pretty field of flowers in the sun. You kept your hand on the glass. Looking out. You could've opened the window.
Climb out.. But a soft pull manifested inside you..
You hesitated... thinking whether you should leave.. If that window is really real and you weren't just imagining it. Deep in that thought you slept there, in front the window, under the harsh lights.

Do you even remember how sunlight looks like? Do you even remember anything else beside these lights?

You endlessly hear the same buzzing, the same sound of the carpet under your feet.. Same memories flood back from time to time.
You can't escape.
I think you never will.