At the End of a Long Hall Obnoxious florescent light blares against obscenely white walls and old-school spotted tiles, dissolving into one thin blue line running along the wall, about four feet off the ground. Endless hallways, with no windows or clocks to tell time, seem to maze their way through the building. There is no obvious exit or entrance, except for two large metal doors at one end that require a passkey and an ID card for the armed guards on the other side. Rooms left and right are hidden behind faus-wood doors with no windows to hint at what is on the other side. Chilled air blankets the wide-open hallway, like an open freezer, in the hope of sanitizing both germs and the human mind of any chance of escape. The silence is deafening through much of the hallway and there is no sign of life.
Down the hall, in the 6th room of the 3rd floor, buried in the maze of winding hallways and endless closed doors, is a lab with machines that stretch to the high ceiling, whirling and humming with ene
Don't Let the Children DieI keep having flashes of memories,
Or maybe they're dreams
Of things to come
And places I will go
But I'm not sure I want to,
Knowing what's behind door #2.
The rain is pittering down the wide glass
Glints of light dripping down and running and sliding and gliding
Glimmers of magic against the endless darkness of the world outside
Slivers of hope when the world needs it most.
My head rests against the glass, in my mind's eye,
And I can feel the coolness against my cheek
Even though I'm not really there,
I'm really here, where here is,
And somehow I'm there, but not there...
Where am I?
My mind is a tangled thing,
But I can see the world clearly for there and not here
In that moment that I am there, but really here,
And though I do not really know where there is
I know it as though I've been there all my life,
Though they are there, and I am here,
I am somehow there too.
People come and go and go and come
Traveling from here to there,
Wherever there is for them and will be for any...