[in]sanity

I've counted the bars of my prison walls. 3 sides of 10 bars; 30. One solid wall, cold, wet, molded concrete. I've lost count of how long I have been here, I hardly remember when I got here, but, it’s been winter for a long time. I've forgotten what it is to move in grass and amongst other bodies. I am chained in here, thick steel cuffs chain me to the wall. I've counted the faces, whose names I can't remember, and then lost count of them as they flash and flicker, fast forwarded in my mind. I've been motionless for a long time, I’m not sure I even remember what movement is. I’m not sure I can even remember to move. I’ve forgotten who I am, my name, how old I am how tall I am, my features, likes and dislikes; there are no mirrors. I’ve been nameless for a long time, and there is no one else here in this vast blank expanse but me and these bars, and one wall. I’ve realized I don’t even know what I am and that panics me, but I know not what this feeling is? What Is feeling? I’ve thrown myself at the bars, clawing at the nothing that lies behind them. What Is nothing? I’ve discovered there is a name that echoes and echoes In the vastness, how do I know that name? Is it mine, yours, theirs, his, ours? I’ve remembered, the memories crush into me, a weight I had not known for unknown amounts of time. No go away! Again, please... I’ve tried to forget, but the white walls are somewhere out there, waiting. and I? Why, I do not even exist. [IN]SANITY