• Longer, longer and longer still. These halls never end. "Don't panic." I tell myself. These walls, cracked by the pain of broken hearts and blackened by an ancient hate locked away. Now it has been unleashed and it chooses me as it's victim. I feel the heavyness of guilt all around me. I can fashion shapes in this thick clay of sorrow.
    I have been kept prisoner here for as long as time has been invented. I long for sunlight and the smell of fresh air, that I havelong since been denied. He's looking for me, I can feel it. I run, even though I know there is no need to bother, He will find me in the end. I still searched for a door, window or gate here for many years...I am yet to find the closet. Getting closer now, he know that as well as I do.
    I look up ahead and...could it be? Is that a door? I look behind me, He's there. At the end of the hall, wait, there was an end to the hall! I was over- whelmed by the awareness that this game can change with the snap of his fingers. I am the marionette and he is my puppetmaster, controlling the scenery and me as well.
    I open the window in a flash and I see green grass, children sitting on the sidewalk, and my longlost sun. I bathe in it's glow for a minute. Then, pressure on my ankles. He has me, and wants me back inside, fully. I cannot let him win, not this time. "No, let me go!" I scream. I use all of the force I have left in my almost lifeless body. I realize through my struggle that He needs me because He feels so much pain inside that He thinks that if He puts mental and physical longing on another creature that it might take away from his hurt.
    I reach for the window pane and grab ahold of the peeling white paint. I have a sudden burst of strength and free myself from his infernal grasp. I jump out of the window and onto the lawn. I run toward the street, and through paper.I should have seen this coming. Suddenly I am in the never ending hallway again and he's coming, He likes to play with my hope. I am and will always be the marionette and he will always be the Puppetmaster. I am trapped. Perminately.