Peanut Butter Phantom SocietyThe room was white as an eggshell.It could crack any moment, and anything out there would just spill out and consume me. My eggshell was safe. It was also boring. Comfortable , cozy, safe, white, boring, boring boring.I entertained myself to word games, decoding the talk of birds through the barred windows outside, and relishing in the fact that nothing bad is happening.It's been a few months now since I've been able to think about it in this padded cell, this sanctuary of mine. Thinking everything over. Thinking, recovering, and eventually coming to a conclusion.I made it an absolute promise to myself that I will leave this place thr