In their world, your voice is stifled. You struggle to give yourself freedom to express yourself. Someone told you to take yourself away from there and find the light in your dark. It is a suggestion and a need. In your world, the illusive spear of light breaks through a corner window and the sprinkled ideas across the hardwood floors of your mind are illuminated like forgotten specs of glitter on a pretty face. In your size 5 shoes, you take steps towards an passageway, creeping slowly and tentatively without reason. Stop and take a deep breath and spear yourself on. In this world, your delicate disposition is not futile but like a daisy chain crown bringing joy to the head upon which it sits.
The passageway is dimly lit with cold hard spiral staircases in each direction. Neither option is right or wrong. The cold stone feels pleasing to the touch, and the full round shape of the wall is inviting. You lean on it. Rest. Advance up the stairs, allowing the grey to guide you nearer to the climactic state of enlightenment.
White light that shone on the forgotten memories and ideas in your mind now shines on your face. Thoughts flood to your frontal lobe and become real and loud. They almost spill out of your mouth, you want to shout and scream. Approaching the outside at the top of this stairwell, all has become clear. Your voice has been found and you no longer have to keep your ideas to yourself. Set them free in the wind, and shout to the skies.