Mrs. Human
It is a different sensation. One I am not really accustomed to. You see I’ve spent the majority of life a prisoner in the darkest cell known to life. Trapped, feeling there to be no escape. I actually gave up on hope, but was even too cowardly to take my own life. Being in such a prison changes you. If I were to see a blossoming rose, I would not marvel at its beauty, I would ponder just how long till it began to wilt. If I were to see an escape from the prison, I would just think that it was an entrance to a prison far worse. A quality of this prison, that only adds on to the misery of its inmate, is the fact that freedom is clearly seen in front of you at all times. Another chance, a salvation right in front of your eyes. But still there is no hope. I see liberation through lifeless eyes, even the escape is just a mockery. Say by some divine, no. Say by some purely impossible but in this case hypothetical reason, I would be able to escape this prison. Would I ever be able to ho...