He was standing on a field painted gold by sunflowers
The hills were emerald green, and the sky was turquoise blue
Wide open spaces extend to the horizon from everywhere
He should have been happy, but instead he felt trapped...
For his mind has put up invisible walls that enclosed him like a suffocating box
He wanted to shout on the top of his lungs but he felt his voice drowned by imaginary noises
The only place where he felt happy was in the dark corner of his room where his mind roam free.
