We all have a lot of rooms in our head. It's a big house, wherein some of them we keep our good, in others our bad memories. An other room is probably only designed for fact and data as faces, names, phone numbers and a bit of important addresses. Maybe there is even one where we save our ideas about different smells, colours and tastes. Some people claim there's certainly a little place for moments of pleasure in a piece of tasty chocolate or a glass of the finest whiskey.
Most of the people possess a very special chamber. There they put all the suffering, the sadness and the pain, their darkest thoughts. They sort in a particular place the sudden death of a son who had an accident or the suicide of their daughter of eighteen. For another one, it is the place where he hides the memories of the decaying process of a sick father or mother. There are crypts, horror chambers and a hall of mirrors in our upstairs room, each of which serves another goal. Sometimes it is just a corner to hide his fear for spiders and snakes or to disguise her shame and aversion of the deviant. Not to forget, somewhere on the left behind a thick curtain, the repulsion for dissenting people is concealed. Ready to hit unexpectedly, this monster lies there, a beast that dislikes anything that is strange or different than himself.
A human closes consciously all this doors and keeps the keys away in a safe that he buries for security in the cellar of his mind. Somewhere on a place in his head where he alone can reach it. Secrets and suppressed sorrow preserve the best behind closed doors.
Sometimes you have people who widely open the doors of their chamber so that anyone can look in. So wide, that their grief and pain flows away through a river of tears out of their eyes. Their mouth pulls broadly open while they howl as a wolf at the waxing moon. They scratch themselves the blood from under their fingernails in their incapacity. Extrovert in their feelings, as these persons are, they want to let the whole world participate of the anguish that is done to them, they witness day after day of the trials they have to endure.