Grey walls. Padded walls. What's behind that wall?

Grass. Green grass. The greenest grass I've ever yet to see. These grey walls...

What?

They aren't there. I'm not here. I'm there. With the grass. The green grass. The greener grass that's always green. I've always been there.

Here?

There. Not here. I'm not prepared to be here. I don't deserve to be here. I should be over there.

There?

Exactly, I'm over there. Beyond the grey wall. I don't see any grey walls. I'm so happy, just look at that wall. It's a nice green wall. With padding. Nice soft padding. Like grass. Grass is soft, right? I've laid on grass a few times before. I've never payed attention to the softness and greenness of grass until now. But now I'm here, not there. I'd like to be there.

How will we get there?

I have a plan. I know a way to get there. Beyond the wall. Beyond the grey wall with grey padding. I will reach the greener grass. The blue sky will be mine. I will be free.

But I'm already free, aren't I?

Exactly, I am free. There are no grey walls around me. Just green grass. Lovely green grass. Nopony is here to bother me. Ponies rarely do. They come and go at best.

But aren't you free?

Absolutely. I'm always free. I was never trapped. My surname is Trap, that's just so funny! Hahahahaha! My surname is just so funny because it isn't true. Like this grass. This soft padded grey grass. It's soft to the hoof. It envelopes my senses. I like this grass. This grey green padded soft grass. I think I'll lay down on the floor.

The grass?

The grass floor. My head sinks into the cushion. There's cushions everywhere. Grey cushions.

Don't you mean green cushions?

I love these green cushions. I want to tear them apart and get past that wall. The wall that isn't there. I never stopped being determined. I'm just waiting for my time to strike.

When will I strike?

Sush, a part of me is trying to sleep. Remember. Do not stop thinking about the grass. The green grass is your friend. The grass provides all. Every leaf serves a purpose. I have no purpose. I don't need one. All I need to do is to get to the nice green grass.

You're my best friend. You never give up. I can always depend on you.

Thanks. I believe in you too.

I did no wrong.

I know.

Author's Note

This is how Artessa's sections will look like. They are disorganized on purpose. She is insane, after all. However, there is SOME kind of very basic structure in it, it is not entirely random.