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Descriptive essay

 

            
             As I was escorted down the halls of the asylum I felt as if the walls were gradually closing in on me. The walls were white but there was no light at the end of the hall and it felt that we would continue to walk forever until we vanished into darkness. The dimness of the lighting made me dreary and I felt doomed to spend an eternity in its darkness. .
             The room that I eventually ended up being taken to was like a cell. It was dark and gloomy and the sound of nothingness was deafening and I longed for something or someone to break the cessation of sound. The room smelled like death, although I was not completely sure what death smelled like; it was a musty and untouched smell that seemed as if it had remained unchanged for an eternity. The feeling I received while in here was one that made me believe that many people had lost all hope in this room. I knew this because I, too, felt the very same way. I felt that the walls would consume all traces of my once robust personality and I would become empty and without hope. I had only remained there for a short time, but the hours dragged on for what seemed like days. So many doubtful thoughts were lingering in my head that somehow I convinced myself that I was crazy. I am insane; this must be why I am thinking such absurd, senseless and deranged thoughts. The walls could not be consuming me, they could not be reaching out and gnawing at my thoughts, and they could not be altering my perception of what they really are. But they were. They were changing the way I looked at my life, I became consumed with the fact that they were trying to reach out and devour me with their hostile dullness. .
             The floor was black lino, black as night and it too also seemed to vanish deeply into eternity. It became a black hole that could also swallow me with its infinity of nothingness. The nurses strapped me to a bed because they thought that I was crazy. I felt restrained not only from being able to touch anything but also from defending myself from things that could consume me while I was vulnerable.


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