feel like I’ve sentenced myself to a life in prison. A prison I’ve built myself, a prison of fears. Fears of life and all it brings with it. And I sit inside day by day, every day, just waiting for the end. I can hear my life calling for me from outside, looking for me. And I just hide while it seeks, I’m in the corners still it peeks. It peeks through the windows and I know that it sees me.
The windows, there’s two - their color, blue. And I don’t know when or how they found me, but your eyes sure do look inviting. They try to lure me to get me out, they want to give me the key that’ll make me free. Every time I look into them I can see my life there. But I’ve worked too hard to build those walls and it’ll take a lot of strength to break them down. A strength I don’t have anymore, my hands are way too weak, and they’ve been doing nothing for too long. And I just can’t find a shovel, a hammer or whatever I would use to destroy them.
So I feel helpless, I feel hopeless. And the voice calling from outside gets weaker with each day. I’m afraid I won’t be able to hear it, it’ll lose its way. The windows will soon be gone too but I will stay. Stuck in absolute darkness, complete silence.
I feel like I’ve sentenced myself to a life in prison and I’ve just transferred myself to a solitary cell.
