Chocolate brown bumpy thickened painted stairs, yellowed creamed crembule coloured ceiling walls.. a glassed bulb of yellowish white light and hand rails of bare minimum pre requisite.
My chat hub.
My fight club.
Buggin hub.
Solace.

My fire exit.
This is the place I get to be when the lights are out, the mind is numb, heart and hard talk both occur in quick succession.

Steps of whisper heard but to quickly fade and die, things are talked and learnt, to relearn and question why, sometimes things arent what they seem, and the fire exit is one of those secret havens.