Mind prison.

I am going to express some things in the form of a story in order to avoid unwanted criticism. 

This is art. This is poetry. This is life. Each of us understand it differently and we try to find our own meaning in it. 

Since I opened the window light came inside the dark room, inside my mind prison. You have to suffer greatly in order to crack the walls around you, in order to create this window from which the light from the outside world will make all the dark corners of your mind visible, and then make you fearless. As I used to say, when you name something you stop fearing it. And there are horrors in this world unnamed. Untamed. Unknown. 

In the darkness you see things nonexistent, you create demons that are not there, demons who dine from your fears.

When the light falls upon these unknown dark places, it makes them known, and when you learn something, you can name it. In the end you stop fearing it. 

But the window is not only able to make light possible to come through, it also gives you a possibility to look outside. To see the real world. And sometimes you can also escape it. The key for your prison is within.