Tunnel Talk

White room. White walls. Grey windows. Covered. Only a tiny hole prevents inner torture. White floor. White ceiling. Grey door. Locked. Only a faint knocking worsens the constantly shifting mind. The room stands. Observing. Absorbing all that's near.
Only.. It will all be too much. Overwhelming. About to burst. White walls will tighten their grip on the ceiling. Useless. It will be too late. Thin strands of hidden truths will come flying out. Confetti in the air. Spiraling and whispering until they reach the ground.

Sinker

A broken mix of silvery, watered down words. I'm afraid you can't fall any lower than that. You can't possibly imagine what you've done. What effect your words have had on me. On the world. Especially the world. You've taken advantage of times of desperation for your own sick, selfish reasons. I can only hope that you are faced with a painful dose of guilt. Only.. I also hope that you realize how morally wrong your actions were. And. How far you can actually take a lie. How far is too far. In your case, it was too far from the start.

Punctuation

One again, I'm stuck. Caught in the middle of this innocent madness. Only, not completely innocent as it's not completely truthful. Possibly due to the fact that it's shoved into the space between denial and secrets. Would have stayed nicely there as well. Would have if not for the shovel. The predictions. The insistence. And the cold. Never failing to present itself. Especially in the face of disaster.

Placement

Well done. Well done. I really appreciate the effort made to create this extreme paranoia. Unfortunately, it was a flawed plan. You'll have to perfect your clever little plan and test it out. Only... I'd rather not be the test subject next time. I do not mix well with paranoia. First of all... I'm already extremely paranoid and freak out over everything. So, how fun would it be to see me freak out even more. Indeed. Only... I'm not prepared to change my habits that I'm oh so comfortable with just to add an extra dose of paranoia to my day. No thank you. Not today. No more changes. No more added paranoia. Thanks.

Conveniently

Why do companies insist on creating "convenient, practical, fantastic, miniature-sized" versions of everything? I've had quite enough of this nonsense. You cannot simply expect it to be the same as the larger version. When you downsize it, you end up reducing the quality and in some cases the flavour. That's where I draw the line. NO! I'm not overreacting. Miniature "Snack Sized" Oreos are horriblah. Horriblah and Hawful. You can't just shrink down oreos into tiny bits of chocolate (without changing the thickness of them) and a mini hole punch sized bit of icing.. sigh. It's just not the same..

Anyway, three of those tiny things ruined my morning. Okay, that's a bit of an exaggeration... They ruined the fact that I was looking forward to eating my oreos. I miss my full sized ones at home. Oh well. Never again will I make that mistake.