I love you wall

Short story

I have devoted myself to this room and the walls that keep the place together.
I saw a shadow. It was not mine, nor that of an object.
the shadow moved on a constant tempo towards the only light in the room.
The bulb of the light being send out, evaporated up in smoke.
The shadow embraced the lights energy and took over.
The shadow left, after having it's last motions, off the power of electricity.
The room was almost dark, when the moon shined through a tree. Lighting up the floor.
I am starting to rethink my sanity, and if being sane is insane and insane more closer to sane.
My words are a blend of desperate,twisted, drug-fuelled sentences that are strangely easy to stitch together.
To stitch together....
Together.
To get her.

And...man... f**k...

I have to go get her.
My whole life is building up to that moment of qlimax.
To go live, and get her.
Nice and slow..
With a constant pace of a calm state.
Where my life goes, my mind goes.

Freedom is illusion, a man once told me; I answered back it could be just as good as being a state of mind.
Realising our minds are grown to be the crown of illusion.
And our states are temporary, allways.
Heard it so many times... that, people change.
It's a load of f*****g horsecrap.
People do not change.
Their destiny and surroundings change.
Their guts remain the same as has been, as since the first moments of breathing.
And that is all fine. Do no sweat this.
Just... forget about all of it.
Embrace yourself, be your own best friend and live.