Oh, oppressive walls

There is the silence that envelopes the walls around. Why did that deathly feeling rest upon shoulders that had been urgently teased with pressures galore? Why had the sun seemed so oppressive to the skin and humid to the mind that its gold melted blends with the silent brutality? White walls, go apart and lay distance between you and me for I see that you are trying to cave me into your solitude. I am but one little being and you do stand vast above me. But do grant me tenure of a vacant sort for I feel uneasy in your locked nature. Your silence is horrendous and the outer sun fiercely scolds, so go apart walls.

Shall you feel I am reprimanding you, feel not so for I am of a silent nature. But do know as much that my silence is louder than yours. I have voice when you don’t and I do not use silence to aggravate solitude. I speak to you walls, who understand all but are so stern in your reply. You loom high with an attitude so brisk that coldness feels cold even with the sun biting through you. Why do you behave so conceited that I have not the chance to weep my sorrows and share my complaints with you? How high you are that your very monstrosity bellows indication for me to let you alone.

How fine you like your aloneness. Do break upon your silence as to inform me of the culprit. Do let that tear be so that your coldness finds minimal warmth to your vastness. My shoulders ache for I have none other to cry on. The sun is too far fetched and its glare is ghastly enough for me to stay a clear from it. Which leaves me to the tranquillity of this austere room.

You are but walls! And your silence causes me to hear needles pricking into my skull. I can hear the sound of my breath and chest wanting to loom as high and mighty as you. I am not keen on such behaviour. I am not keen on having you so proudly fixed in your ways and me having to rave madness upon myself. Show yourself in any other manner for you are the most boring companion I have had to pass my seclusion with. You are but walls!