being considered far more worse than Jack's tricky playroom.
We are now at the door of Loony's padded wall room.
Dementia or insanity, if you rather, is also a big part of that
girl's life , so one of the shreds of that same soul is actually pure
madness. I do know that this is pretty much a hazard and that's
exactly why she's kept inside that safe, and excruciatingly white
Of course she's allowed to come out from time to time if properly
supervized of course.
Once again I must warn you not to judge the book by it's cover,
Loony may seem harmless, but one thing that I surely learned through
life is do not mess with the crazy.
She has been wearing that straitjacket for as long as anyone can remember,
and the loneliness can be worse than being tied up.
If you dare yourself to look closely you can actually see that there's no blaze whatsoever in her eyes.
She's gone, in another dimension probably.
How can you work out the perfect escape plan once you're locked up in your own mind?
Reliving day after day , night after night your dark secrets and painful regrets .
Unable to move on, stuck on a messed up loop forever and ever.
So the only thing she actually has going for her is her fertile imagination. She spends hour after hour staring at that ceiling imagining the sun, the blue sky and the stars that keep shining bright, like a promise that she could never forget about.
" I'm staring at the sun
'till I go blind
I'm just talking nonsense
Simply stretch your arms
and feel the wind
Can you hear it sing?
A piece of advise
A word to the so called wise
Will destroy ya!
The walls keep talking
your heart pretends
not to listen...
When it comes to this madness
to this ugly mess
You ought to embrace it
if there's nothing you can do
to change it...
This room has seen my tears
I believed that your love
Would scare away my fears
But that was just a pretty lie
and eventually I kissed my
the crazies also have their lullaby"