[ WP ] You are a patient in a psych ward . You decide to break out , but find that the entire place was abandoned long ago

Bystanding a ruined hospital is something remarkable. It's lost fences, the wild plants that got to grow up where it was n't supposed to do. It's beautiful to the eye. The wild wild embracing the righteous civilization. 
 
 I could be wrong, but this could be the direct symbol of the entire industry of Psychic Wards. Really. This ruined pale walls could represent the pillars - of the way that we are treated in the inside -, that were that with or without you, this building will mantain itself and would n't feel a thing if you died here or kill'd. 
 
 I stop by an empty room, just like every other, with the beds undone. I could see the marks and trace of once living bodies and now just spirits in these sheets. They were here and alive. But they did have to go, and could n't do their beds. Their sanity wanted freedom without consolation, and in pity, I start to do the bed for the mans who'd never return, to fix the little past that i have acess of them, giving the respect that they deserve. `` Please, be free, as your duty was made and praised'', i mumbled. Sanity is something that someone gives for you, it is kindness of the others. I hope that they feel a bit relieved, wherever they are. 
 
 I go to the bathroom, i just needed to check. Dirty. Really, what i expected? I could smell the piss like i was a dog following some strong sense of something. What i got, were these two things; The impression that ghosts piss, and the sight of the walls carved. Sticks representing a calendar to freedom, names intersecctioning names, indicating friendship, and looking further, i could see a hole through the bathroom. 
 
 The hole, did indeed, led to somewhere lighteous. I holded my breath to be near to the wall, and sticked my eye into it. It was idylic, a real paradise, with trees and the sun all reigning over it. But this do n't make sense. When i breaked out of the hospital, it was dark, and pantanous with dead trees. How could it be dark and bright at the same time? Maybe i could only see the light once i was inside? What was happening? 
 
 These impressions of mine, to talk about the symbols of things, really creeped people out. It led me to Freudian stuff and some wording like that. All fault is tu mama! One spanish guy did said to me everytime he saw me. The doctors did take notice and really got thinking that the fault that i was crazy was because of her, but it was n't. 
 
 It was because of this building, like every other building that i entered in my life. 
 I saw it clinging, ruining whereas myself was within it and could n't do anything from keeping it from falling. My family, my work, my school. One i could n't bring myself to be inside it, the floor did hurt my feet, as here in the hospital the plain ceramycs give me cold, but it was it, some floors did really hurt me, and i did n't endure pain. I wanted to escape and be free, once and for all, to live in that somewhere brighteous place like i saw inside of that hole. But once i was free of the abandoned building, i got back, to talk about how the experience was to myself, to make notes to my past, to overanalyze it and feel something and record it for some form of post-humanity, by leaving a talking diary in a dreamy world. How could someone read my thoughts, were they really relevant for something? I am indeed, a walker in these walls? Or i am a pillar of this construction, if someone could see me from the outside? 
 
 From the light that came from the Hole, a shadow is conjured before me. I will keep registering and keep telling that it did n't frightened me, and it was pretty routineous to my mind, that a shadow did appear from nowhere, but it was indeed. But somewhere i accepted this, and i was plain calm on the inside as my heart keeps pounding to see the inevitability of the destiny. 
 
 The shadow did talk'd to me, and said: 
 
 `` Go. You must never return.'' 
 
 And with the sound of a thunder, i see a heavy rain by my sides. My clothes are wet and my hands are on a floor that were silk in my hands. A cold never ending burning sun was before my eyes, as something around the sun were deflecting it's sun rays for the sun itself and he was getting hurt. The rays, once i saw, were becaming more blue, and more cold. The lost of heat was a way to the sun kill himself, but a way to sustain himself to live a little more. The sun needed to do what he did, and hence, the pantanous and darky place that i saw, had made sense to me. 
 
 The clouds were dazzling and jumping around like nebline, once the Madness of the Sun governed it. The abandoned trees, and muddy floor, were rotten, and as i touch'd them, they would vanish. Everything that i touch, from the sands of the floor to the trees, would vanish if i did touch them. Then, puzzled, i putted my hand in to my chin. 
 
 I vanished once again. This time i will die, i feel, where i am in the mid of a black, covering all my vision, and i perpetuate the thought of a black summer. I was getting in to the center of a star, but a dying star. It was a damn black hole. Oh my, i'm screwed and i'm just plain calm about it. I think this is what anxiety is, i diagnose myself before entering in the center of a dying brilliant burning star that was turning into fades of black that were pulling everything towards it, even light and the nebline, the abandoned soil and the rotten trees. All the dust that vanish'd that i touch'd, was here too. I feel pain. 
 
 I accept this shit, but whatever is even happening to me, i am just plain calm. They keep me giving sedatives in the Psych Ward, i was just plain calm when the burning sun inside of me, my energy, my life, was fading and rottening away inside buildings that did n't let light enter. God! This damn pills are strong. To stop the sun and the black hole inside of me. And i remember that i learned to cope and mimic the effects of a pill. 
 
 The pill was partial blue, and partial red. Partial my sun burning and partial my blue void sucking it's own light. The people who made this pill really deserve it for the design, because it matches it's product. I think this while i'm getting near the blackhole and began to destroy myself, feelin agonizing pain in my chest awhile i am plain apatethic about it. 
 
 My throat hurts, i ca n't talk anymore. My words are getting sucked to this empty void. You, someone in the existence who be able to hear my stored thoughts in my soul, my body, please. I beg for your pardon, and miserycordy, and piety. 
 
 Could you do my bed, after i enter this nowhere and die?... I will owe you eternally.
