Miss Emilie was right when asking herself, 'are these walls keeping me inside, or is their purpose only intended to keep others away'? And she was also right when she uttered, in her low, deep and rich tone, 'you fool, no one ever believed you!'
Her brilliant word placement found me ridiculously startled; and she had warned me long before this rush inside me started, that entering her Asylum was very easy, though leaving it would be impossible. 'Dear, dear, you were right!'.
And now, as I listen to the breath-taking chords of her harpsichord, I imagine myself - a portrait she would be proud to see - stepping onto the path she led me to. 'Do not be afraid,' one of us whispers. I believe her intelligent voice steals my attention as I move my eyes from the sight I no longer see and watch my story grow.
Every moment finds me more and more courageous in this battle I hold against my everything. To change it, and to replace, to substitute everything I know or I have to ever know.
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