As I sit in my silent cell I can hear the sound of life close at hand, but my world continues to stand still. There is no time here. It just feels constant.
The world does not have me and I do not have it.
Inside is a feeling of nothing. Empty. Vacant. Deserted.
No wants or needs. No hopes or dreams. Silence.
A fortress I have built that withstands time.
Day turns to night.
Night turns to day.
I sit in my silent cell and hear the sound of life. Not my life. Not my world.
Not now.
Not ever.
