• John's Cell

    September 14, 2009

    There were times that he believed that walls could not hold him. They couldn’t. He couldn’t escape and it had nothing to do with his walls.
    Sometimes he would leave; sleep was kind of like day release when he dreamed. The nights when the heights shone at their brightest, right through the ceiling and shut eyes.
    He’d [...]

 
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