My eyes, my brain seek out escape routes wherever I am sent
My eyes, my brain seek out escape routes wherever I am sent.
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The part of me which wanders through my mind and never sees or feels actual objects, but which lives in and moves through my passions and my emotions, experiences this world as a horrible nightmare
The part of me which wanders through my mind and never sees or feels actual objects, but which lives in and moves through my passions and my emotions, experiences this world as a horrible nightmare.
My eyes, my brain seek out escape routes wherever I am sent
My eyes, my brain seek out escape routes wherever I am sent.
That is how prison is tearing me up inside. It hurts every day. Every day takes me further from my life
That is how prison is tearing me up inside. It hurts every day. Every day takes me further from my life.
Nothing is over and done with. Nothing. Not even your malice
Nothing is over and done with. Nothing. Not even your malice.
I have been desperate to escape for so many years now, it is routine for me to try to escape
I have been desperate to escape for so many years now, it is routine for me to try to escape.
I find it painful and angering to look in a mirror
I find it painful and angering to look in a mirror.
Imagine a thousand more such daily intrusions in your life, every hour and minute of every day, and you can grasp the source of this paranoia, this anger that could consume me at any moment if I lost control
Imagine a thousand more such daily intrusions in your life, every hour and minute of every day, and you can grasp the source of this paranoia, this anger that could consume me at any moment if I lost control.
When I’m forced by circumstances to be in a crowd of prisoners, it’s all I can do to refrain from attack
When I’m forced by circumstances to be in a crowd of prisoners, it’s all I can do to refrain from attack.
When they talk of ghosts of the dead who wander in the night with things still undone in life, they approximate my subjective experience of this life
When they talk of ghosts of the dead who wander in the night with things still undone in life, they approximate my subjective experience of this life.