January 4, 2015
ENTRY#1 LIKE A PRISONER
ENTRY#1 LIKE A PRISONER
by bestdianneever
4 sides. 1 window. 1 door.
No eyes aside from mine. No smile plastered on my face. Just an expression as cold as the winter snow. My mouth keep shut.
All I can see are the polka dots the colors of green, blue, violet, yellow and reds covering three sides of this room.
A lonely room for me. I stayed here for I don't know how long but long enough to make me feel sick, enough to make me tired staring at every dirt I could find.
I'm like a prisoner. One who sits all day waiting to be released, one who counts every seconds that passes, one that longs for fresh air. This is me. A prisoner of my own apartment with the hope of freedom. I wish to explore the world out there, to meet someone to talk with, to give them a warm smile but the world has its way of rejecting me. So I sit here, I always do and I hope this to end someday.
No eyes aside from mine. No smile plastered on my face. Just an expression as cold as the winter snow. My mouth keep shut.
All I can see are the polka dots the colors of green, blue, violet, yellow and reds covering three sides of this room.
A lonely room for me. I stayed here for I don't know how long but long enough to make me feel sick, enough to make me tired staring at every dirt I could find.
I'm like a prisoner. One who sits all day waiting to be released, one who counts every seconds that passes, one that longs for fresh air. This is me. A prisoner of my own apartment with the hope of freedom. I wish to explore the world out there, to meet someone to talk with, to give them a warm smile but the world has its way of rejecting me. So I sit here, I always do and I hope this to end someday.
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