I sit. I rot. I study ancient crafts. I consume esoteric knowledge. No one on Earth cares. I draw in a cell by myself to keep from going hungry in the mornings because my inside darkness has the effect of causing me to despise mornings, so I never attend morning meals. No one on Earth notices my absence. I sit. I rot. My sole connection to the world comes when I disconnectedly change the channels on my thirteen-inch television with my remote control, which I know intimately. Even in complete darkness. I seek out comedies and romances to reassure myself that there still exists love and laughter in this world.
I sit. I rot. I grow resentful of people loving and laughing. I get no mail. I get phone calls from attorneys giving me bad news. All I want this world to know is that I know myself, and my worth. I love myself and telling me that I put myself in prison is akin to a bully grabbing my arms and forcing me to use my own hands to slap myself while saying “Stop hitting yourself.” I would never put me in prison, for ANY offense or perceived offense. I absolved myself of all sin, guilt, shame, and remorse, and you can keep this sham and hope it works on others less intelligent because yes, I sit. Yes, I rot. However I am NEVER obligated to be anything other than what I am. | YC