I was inspired to write this.

I sit alone in my room, staring at the empty wall with the door in it, not wanting to leave, and not having to do so either. I know literally what is behind the door, yet, I still wonder what is on the other side. It seems like something else is there, something that I wouldn't be able to see, something that I wouldn't necessarily know if I found it. Sometimes I feel claustrophobic and I have to open the door, open the shade and sometimes even the window. I feel I have to talk to a room mate, sign into aol, or leave a message on some one's facebook wall before I feel okay again, but tonight, I feel safe enclosed in my little room. Sometimes it's more extreme than this, sometimes I want nothing more than to crawl within a small dark space and remain there for a good amount of time doing and thinking of nothing. When I'm there, I'm not sad, or happy, or mad, or lonely, although sometimes I go there because I feel alone. The thing is, that only when I'm in the nothing, am I aware of the something. I may never know what that something is, but I know it is only there when there is nothing.