Freedom is taken so much for granted, and you don't appreciate the small things that you have. My number is DFK 6498, a number which is printed on all my records since the beginning of my life here on this very earth. Sentenced to imprisnorment. I didn't kill anyone, I didn't perform a crime. Hell, I haven't even drunk a drop of liquor nor smoked a cigarette, never looked twice at drugs, I'm what you'd call a one hundred percent straightshooter. But I'm in here, this hellhole, my personal four-wall prison. All because of this, this thing, this demon I must care for and nurture, for this is why I'm here. It's amzing how something so simple can destroy so much. The food here is horrible, everybody says it, it's amazing how much a human being will endure just to survive. It's always the same here always...
I have the tendency to feel sorry for myself but I'm constantly reminded of the others who joined me here. These people. They're only young. They too have comitted no crime, for everyone here is innocent.
I go through the day in day out routine, the head guard is so punctual, he comes in on every morning, binds me to my room. It's a punishment I must face as part of my sentence...
It's like Kryptonite to superman. I hate it. The only thing I have to go by, is that it's all for my own good. I suppose it's my fault I'm in here. For years I have been toying with fate maybe fate has chosen to toy with me, in which case fate has served its purpose well. I was so free, the world my playground, the soil my arena. Fate has pushed me so far as to see my life teeter on the edge of a building but I would never jump. I live for my parents, for the people I love for when I die, it's not me who'll be affected... it's the ones I leave behind.
This will probably be the only goddamn prison that leaves the doors unlocked. It's a torture that each inmate must face, but I dare not leave. Not even for freedom.
The worst part about being in here is how time ticks by incessantly so slowly. Being caged doesn't mean that time stops, for we all live our lives by the clock and so too do I live mine... But much slower... Seconds feel like minutes, minutes like hours, hours like days, days like months... It's like cahsing a rainbow to no resolve... You just chase it.
I found the best way to pass the time is to sleep 'cause when I sleep, I dream and when I dream I can rise above the walls of the prison.
I dream of waking up among lilly's and getting that feeling in your body that only comes when you're by yourself.
I dream of the simple things that possess so much beauty for even the most unfortunate man.
I dream of listening to the whisper of my breathing, paying attention to the function more so than in any routine moment.
I dream of seeing things so beautiful that it hurts to watch them... freedom is taken so much for granted when you don't appreciate the small things that you have...
You know, the hardest part about dreaming... Is having to wake up, 'cause when I awake... I'm still here...

your funeral … my trial

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