I see the white walls that cover around me. Lying on my white mat I keep staring at the ceiling. The corners and edges of the room illuminates white light. The light is too vibrant for me to sleep, but I'm exhausted. A thought brought up in my mind. I had my hands rested on my stomach and I close my eyes as I open my lips.
"Taehyung. You can't sleep? Do you have something on your mind?"
"No."
"But didn't you feel bad after that one boy tried to knock you out with a frying pan?"
"You're right. I wasn't that upset though. I think I shouldn't have bothered him too much."
"He seemed distressed about something though."
"You're right."
"Why did you try to help him?"
"No one tries to help you whenever you feel distressed. Mm... Maybe because I know that I feel better after talking to people."
"It's hard to talk to people since not much people here can hold a conversation."
"It is... So that's why I hope that I can get people to talk to me so that they feel better."
"What do you gain from it though?"
"I don't know... There's something about trying to understand people that intrigues me. Whenever I have problems, I just keep it to myself since no one here can help me."
"You have me though Taehyung."
"Yeah, you help me out a lot. It's kind of a shame though."
"What is?"
"There are things I want to understand, but there's only so much that you know."
"I understand... Hopefully you can find someone who will speak with you."
"I feel like that's impossible..."
"It's not bad to hope."
"You're right... I should go to sleep. I'm getting a little tired from all this talking."
"You should rest."
"Thanks..."
My voice trails off and my mind goes blank from thoughts. I felt like I was in a dream like state. I felt better talking everything out. All the weight on my chest felt lifted and relieved.
Everything might be better tomorrow...