wall

I want to go into a small room with cold walls and lock myself in, I want to lie on the floor looking at the vast sea of darkness above me. Reach out my hand and touch the dark mist. My hand will be only met with emptiness, streams of vapour escaping even the tightest grasp. There's a peace on that floor, empty but true, a solace. The content of the floor isn't enough, not anymore, I don't want solace I don't want peace, not this form of it. I want a room with all but one wall, all slightly colder than the body temperature, I want to curl up in a ball and fall in that space, the walls offering protection from all sides. I want the gentle cold embrace, it calms me.