It all started with a picture.. I had been sitting there and admiring it for days. Often times, I would zone out and wonder..

How did they get their idea for the picture?

The paint,

The Colors..

It all seemed so interesting to me.. But it was in those times where I would zone out that I would find myself being torn away from the picture. Dragged limb to limb. My arms were the automatic hangers that refused to unwrap themselves from around the guards' arms, nor would they fight back. So, simply, I just watch as they drag me towards my cell and the picture of freedom gets smaller..

I have no idea why I am here, nor have I ever known. But staring at the picture with the mixtures of purples and blues, I felt as if I was getting closer and closer to knowing why I had been put here in the first place. In fact, I've been in here so long that I don't even remember not being in here. But I do know that there was a time that I wasn't here. How?

I just do..

I also know that I wasn't meant to be here.

But someway,

Somehow,

They caught me..

Being in this white palace for so long allowed me to finally be able to think. I could sleep as long as I wanted, eat as much as I wanted of what they gave me (if I even decided to eat at all) and I could go wherever I wanted to within those white walls. The only thing was that I had to be back into my room by a certain time that I'm not even sure of anymore..

What's the point of keeping track of time when you have all the time in the world already?

I see no point in screaming to get out because the guards just act as if I'm not even there,

I've been in here this long, why try to leave?

And I have never tried to escape more than once because in this palace,

This beautiful, white palace,

There are no doors and no windows that I can climb out of and won't kill me.

Also, I have found no reason to have the sun shine upon me anymore since the walls are brighter than it.

So this is the life that I have lived for so long,

Yet, still,

I am sane..