In the room of suns,

it shined into my face.

In the room of games, 

I virtually died.

In a room full of books,

the words were speaking to me.

In a room full of wind,

it was pushing me out of the room.

In a room full of letters,

they were sorting themselves into words.

In a room full of anger,

I started to regret past conversations.

In a room full of joy,

I started thinking of my proud moments.

In a room full of sadness,

I was crying like a baby asking for food.

In a room full of eyes,

They all stared at me as I moved.

In a room full of doors,

I could hear repeated knocking.

In a room full of seasons,

Every season started all at once.

In a room full of love,

Love started to fly everywhere.