My body is a beautiful building.
It consist of six floors.
There’s only one elevator.
That goes to all the floors.
I mean all except floor number four.
The penthouse is my mind.
It keeps the elevator constantly sending messages to floors, 123 and five.
The people that live there never go anywhere.
They never have to because the penthouse supplies everything they need.
They love their job they will never leave.
The fourth floor is very unique.
A beautiful work of art.
You see, the...