I sit here, trapped. It is not unlike a prison cell. The walls are suffocating me, I feel trapped. This incredible amount of noise all around, this detestable sound of footsteps, loud unbearable footsteps.
Yet, it is with this time I get to pen this. I am uncertain how this may interest you but I hope by my writing, I can express my thoughts, and to you I state my beliefs.
This imprisonment is intolerable. I sit here now, unable to, of my own free will, move out of this space I have been assigned. Is there even free will?
I am angry. Very angry. Things are unfair and I do not understand why I have to suffer this pain.
You want to know why or what it is exactly I am suffering from? Let me tell you, my dear friend in this dark dark hour. It is 9:40am as I scribble feebly. It is the hour of recess time. My yellow fur is cold, dry and shrivelled from the hunger. This biting hunger. I need to feed. I believe.
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