miscommunication.

Absolute white.Absolute solitude.In a room where everything is as white as acres of snow on a desolate glacier.You have no shadow.There is no roof.There is no floor.There is no rooms.There is no tangible plane.Just white.Seems pretty dark to me.A door appears in front of you. (opprotunity)You enter.(reaching out)No ones there.(confusion)Yet, another door stands.You enter.No ones there.This has continued for hours on end.Your futile effort in reaching people whom aren't even there.Finally, you look back at all the open doors. Like a tunnel of bad memories.What if the next doors is the door someone answers?--Communication is someone everyone has to at least be mediore at.It just seems latley, I'm opening a lot of empty doors...Efforts in communication just simply come down to decision.If you wan't to express things to people, you will.If you want to pick up the phone when I call. You will.Just funny whats being said, when you say nothing at all.Screaming apathy. Wispering pain.