You cannot touch me. This room has no doors and no windows, you cannot come in. The walls are the toughest stone, diamond, painted white to fool both me and you. You cannot touch me and your words cannot hurt me. I do not hear you, I do not see you. The room echoes my breath and bounces my thoughts off its walls. It’s white, it’s all white and I’m in it. My body and soul no longer tear me between the physical and spiritual. They are at rest. You cannot touch me, I cannot feel. My body is numb, I am not aware of its existence. My hands do not move and my heart does not beat. I feel no cold floor beneath me or my crossed legs falling asleep. I am alone, finally, in my own self. There are no emotions, no feelings, no senses, no nothing. I am alone, you cannot touch me. You cannot hurt me with your words. I am alone, I cannot hear you. The walls are thick around me and I cannot feel. I am finally at peace.