This room is closed. I used to escape from the jail of routine, I used to be locked too deep in my mind; My thoughts are the room, which needs to be cleaned — its walls have too many from past to remind. This room used to be like my own time-machine, my transfer from present to more pleasant past, where everything wasn't so cruel and mean, but lovely and calm — it's now full of dust. I tried but I failed to escape once again — I lost all my keys and lost my True path, I failed and I ca