Right before the words to freedom whispered out of my mouth, I realised a old poem I read when I was a kid.
I think it was based on empty rooms like this, the void ones, that's when it went into my mind while others were bickering in the room as I kept thinking about it, it starts something like this.
"Old and void rooms,
The spots in my heart
For close to failed to remember recollections
Of now left companions."
Damm, I still remember it, the words taught by my teacher in my ears a long time ago, I still remember it now, like it was yesterday.
"Irregular considerations float
Floating as a residue bit
Through limited light emissions,
Briefly, splendid,
By inconspicuous hand threw,
Until in shadow lost."
Shadow does feel lost now, for a moment I thought I was free, I was away
