The small square room
White walls
White carpet
The only thing that moves is you
One single small table
And chair
Rest in the middle of the blank box
Lying on the desk is paper
A cheap pen
And the word emotion
Looking all around
You can not only hear, but feel the quiet
Looking at the table again,
The word flies away
It drifts and drifts to the walls
The text plasters its black self against the white
Across one of the walls reads the word in big letters
EMOTION
Soon another word appears on the table
This one reads Thought
Soon thought too is on the wall
Again the word success appears
And the word Sunshine
Color
Beauty
Forgiveness
Placid
Anxiety
Strife
Anger
Resentment
Happiness
More words keep coming up
The ink pen and paper are still there
The room is splattered black and white
The pen pops off the table and scratches on the paper
“These are the things you possess, but never were taught how to use”