Where Was I?

One day. 24 hours,1,440 minutes, 86,400 seconds.

86,400 windows of opportunity every day for death to extend its chilly embrace.

Or, any of those single few seconds that could be the happiest of my life.

One day in itself.

Why, pray tell, were so many years lost? Not lost to the recollection of events.

Lost to the dim blue light of the television, to the dull agony of perpetual stagnation.

To the shrill arguments disguised by walls whose coats of paint chipped and sullied.

To the feeling of not being seen, heard, nor understood.

To the isolation and self-destructiveness.

Why were those years hidden to the astonishing possibilities that 86,400 seconds bring with each sunrise and sundown?