Today Is The Day...
Why do humans get so excited by the setting sun? The colors of the clouds surrounding the sunset are pretty, I guess. But why do people applaud as the last ray disappears behind the ocean? Or maybe excited isn’t the right word. Maybe they just want to see a different reality from what is already known and seen in themselves. To see the different colors as a passage, a way to transport you to another story, another you, an escape route from the beast inside. They say that when you stare at yourself in the mirror, in the darkness, after a while, you’ll start seeing the monster inside. I never believed it until those same people wronged me, locked me up and threw away the key.
There are four dark cement walls surrounding me and the pounding in my blood that was supposed to subside by now has only increased as the days go by. There is a raging in my heart that no one could ever stop.
My eyes haven’t gazed upon the fiery mirage of the sun, setting or otherwise, for almost 3 years. More specifically 2 years, 7 months, and 14 days. There’s a slit underneath my door, and every time it lights up, I know a new day has begun. I have nothing but a blanket, a pillow, and a small piece of chalk. They couldn’t even bother to get me an old mattress. Idiots. With a piece of chalk I can do as much damage as if I had a knife in my hand. I plan. And plan. And count the days I have been here. Count the days until I can get out. They bring me food twice a day. Gruel and water. And sometimes, a nice guard, who I can tell was forced to babysit me against his will, will slip me in a small piece of minty gum. Those days are my only real reprieve. Today is a special day though, I can tell. My blood is not only pumping so hard I almost can’t breathe, but I’m shaking, and my lungs can’t seem to be able to expand. The air feels tight and yet more welcoming than ever. Today. Today is the day. Today, I’m getting out.