This four-walled room is so dark, but I am so warm. The drywall vibrates sounds of the music from another room, but I am silent. These headphones are my prison. Solitary confinement. Oblivion. Stress this factor more than any. They can displace me, but I refuse to be lost. I will not become a statistic of their failure. The only victor of my demise is myself. I will always be ready for the next cold and bright room.
A Caution To You
Go Ahead, Figure Me Out:
Your first clue to the greatest mystery ever - me.
