MadWithTheUnknown

You're sitting at your desk, Sitting in your wore, well used desk chair. You look at the objects laid out on the desk. So many options you think. You can't decide you decided. Why should I have to? You think. You lay your hands on the edge of the desk. You push with all your might against it. The chair starts to roll away from everything before you. Fast at first, then slowly declining in speed. Before it could stop completely, And still with enough speed to cause an impact, You smash against the wall. Every thing has its limits. And the enclosed room had reached its. Yu draw you legs up to your chest, Hugging them tightly.