Puking-up-Rainbows

This is my first journal entry but here goes nothing :) Sitting in the room where everything is melting the walls going off the panels the oil burning off my feet. But the room still looks the same. The Door still knocking when asking for an answer. No one is there. But The room still looks the same. The sun still shining through the windows , When you open the blinds only darkness you could see. But the room still looks the same. The warmness of the heat comes, When cuddling with someone else the devil breeze chills creep through your back. But the room still looks the same. The floor shines your reflection when smiling back at yo