The Cell

Do you ever feel like time keeps pushing on but your mind stays stuck? The clock keeps ticking with the world that grows and it’s persistent hand forces your being on and pushes you up as it all develops. Yet the internal walls that isolate your mind leave you an outsider to the wonders of it. You are imprisoned in the dark, surviving, staring at the colours of life that are just out of your reach.

Your toes loiter at the edge where your confinement ends and the entrance to freedom patiently waits. Everything is hazy. You see the sun rise and you see it set, yet in your cell the dark days never end and the new days never begin.