The Onistic Christite: We Entered the Exit

Again, we entered the main auditorium. I suppose there are only a handful of agains left for me to use, which makes it a precious commodity. It is one of those nasty odd castaway words which cannot materialize into certainty; nor can they be measured by instruments that scientists take pride in inventing. I would tell you how to enter places where you shall one day leave from, but there are more pressing anxieties that have dissolved in this day. 

I love being here, between these walls which have taught me ways of men and women. Some will claim that you are in a protected environment, but the truth is far from it. To know the truth, you'll have to answer questions which will reveal it to you. Questions like - If these walls are one within which we are protected, which are the beings out there who rule the world? Are those beings outside these walls any different from the ones inside? If these are same beings, how can their actions be different?

Upon answering these three questions you will discover that there is nothing out there that we have not encountered yet, in here. 

I left Instagram about a month ago, growing tired of (what my friend would come to describe as) "all the fakeness". I wish I could similarly withdraw myself from its simulation on the people's faces and words. The pressure of interaction has never been more evident in the ways in which eyes lack the shine, the lips are strained as a stretched bow - ready to spit paper arrows of indecent comments, giggle on senseless gossip and share pointless pleasantries - in hopes that it will stick around in someone else's mind long enough to make them relevant, the shoulder blades twitch nervously, and the flaccid arms dangle around awkwardly like the one grey strand which is alien amongst the dark brown hair. The air within the walls were recycled far too many times for it to hold any authenticity today. 

It was my professor who pointed out that we had entered the same auditorium that we shall spend the last few moments in, before leaving these walls behind forever. We were entering through the doors where we would exit form, exactly a year from now, and the walls that we will leave behind, will be the same.