My whole life it seemed as if there were two walls closing in on me. Inevitably a day would come where they would squish me. My pleas would fail to stop them slowly inching their way towards my flesh. Pleas become an echo to myself reminding me that the walls both can not hear me and do not care. While I have been blind being preoccupied tormented by these two walls, I failed to notice anything else. I have sunken to the depths, surely this is the absolute of suffocation. But to be reminded there is no room with two walls, just too late of being able to escape, is both a though and feeling I have learned. Is there a way to sink into the floor? Is there a floor? What about what is above me? When it begins to press against my toes might I find a way to climb out or will it be too late entirely? Or will I realize the ceiling above?