Cell 114
the prisoner is restless.
he is aware of noises.
he hears imaginary footsteps.
he imagines eyes that watch over him in the darkness.
in his mind he makes plans for escape.
escape strategies.
he calculates the hours, studies the minutes.
filled with courage and cowardice.
he does not see that it is already morning.
he doesn't realize that the bars don't exist.
he doesn't feel the wind on his face.
he does not hear the silence of the desert.
freedom sometimes tastes like nothing.
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