Truths Of A Lie

Daily, I sit in my bed with my knees pressed closely to my chest until I see the curtains open up once more. Allowing me to explore the palace halls all the way down to my most exquisite prize.. The same painting stayed there.

Perfectly clean, perfectly hanging.

You would think that by being here so long, I would've at least talked to someone. But who can you talk to when no one is there? The tray of food is then brought to me, but I pretend that it isn't there. So the heat leaves the food, seemingly just as soon as it came on the tray as I stand and gaze at the wonderous forest of bluish-purple trees again for another day.

I often wonder how such colors came to be. The golds, green, browns and blues.. Especially White..

Everywhere I had turned, there were white walls staring right back at me and I no longer mind hearing the echo of my feet as I float about the halls of the white palace just to get to this room again.. To stare at the picture that had echoed many patterns into what was left of my soul.

I looked down for a moment at the bowl of food.

Pasta..

The only other colors I ever see are in the foods that they bring me and the pants that I wear every single day. Today's colors include a tint of a yellowish-orange, lightly covered in a nice, chunky but light tint of red scattered about the food topped off with an interesting green plant; Also scattered about the plate of pasta with a whole piece of the same plant on top, complete with it all sitting on a white, round plate to match the table and it's surroundings.

Red..

My eyes focused in on the red, chunky tints that sit lively on top of the noodle part of the pasta. Interestingly enough, I got closer to it and stared at the food for a long time before sticking my finger inside of one of the noodles and lifting it towards my lips. I looked inside of the noodle and didn't see anything white, so I removed my finger from it and held it by it's sides. It was as if this little noodle was hindering my ability to have my peripheral vision intact. As I was doing so, I got a whiff of the noodle's goodness and eventually ate it.

This act then caused my stomach to rumble which then caused me to grab it and look down.. Maybe I am starving myself.. I grabbed the white napkin that lay underneath my silver utensils and wiped my hand off. I then began to eat the pasta slowly. One noodle at a time and by the time I had gotten done eating that plate, another plate was sat before me. I never bother to look at the face of the one who feeds me because it is a waste of energy to try and look at a face that won't give you the time of day. So now, all of my thank you's, goodnight's and goodbye's are silent.

Stuck in my head,

Never to be heard again.

It was the same plate of food that I had just finished eating and yet, my stomach still growled for more. It couldn't hurt to feed it a little more.. So I ate that plate too, soon finding myself getting drowsy and unable to think clearly. I looked up at the picture one more time before I began to feel myself being dragged around the palace and into my room once more. My eyes were closed before I could even get into bed, and my mind before that. And so began the dream..

I dreamt of smoke with no fire,

A sky that was black,

And a world with no air..

But what really caught my attention was when I saw a palace that looked just like mine..

The only difference was that this one had color..

And when my eyes had opened, I had discovered that I was already laying flat on my back. Eyes already staring at the ceiling and the curtains were already opened for the day. I sat up and began to hold my legs tightly against my chest. My head turned sideways and that's when I saw it.. Another leg.. I sat upright in my bed and turned fully, letting my feet hit the floor. The leg belonged to another bed. This bed had been perfectly made up just like mine had been each and every night before I would destroy it with my dreams.

I stared at the bed. I didn't go out of the room the whole day. I kept wondering if when I go out to see my beloved painting, that this mysterious new bed is now occupied by the person who ironically leaves everyday before I come back..

Maybe they forgot to take the bed back today..

Maybe they're my permanent roommate..

Whatever is going on, it's making me antsy..

And even though I waited all day today and the next, the mysterious person never showed up as I have anticipated..

Then I figured, this must be how it works..

Whenever I am in the room, they are missing..

And whenever they are in the room, I am out looking at my painting for hours on end..

The more I pondered this assumption, the more it began to make sense..

That must be why they drag me into my room after the sun begins to set and my food is either beyond cold, halfway gone or completely missing.. Being that I was used to being alone, I didn't know how to feel. So I didn't. I just sat there in my bed with my legs up to my chest which were held in place by my arms and tried to clear my mind of this new thing that was taunting me.