Even if I find a great, nice, clean, white collar job, allowing me to have my two story house and white picket fence and all that, the memory of these walls will always haunt me. They'll always be a part of me in some way. And maybe they won't haunt me necessarily, but they'll always be part of who I am. Because, I guess we take a little something from everything, good or bad. And that's what makes us older, more mature and wise in our ways.
Experience is the sand that fills up our time glass.
From each life experience, we take with us a grain of sand, and it slowly adds up over time, making us the full person that we eventually become. It's a never ending process. Even when I leave these walls, I'll find something else to take something from, to add a grain of sand to my personal time glass. Yes, I guess these walls will never leave me. I can sit and walk within them, praying for the day that I am forever outside their presence, but I never truly will be rid of them completely.