this morning #1455.

this morning, this existence feels more like a prison than ever. i cracked a window as much as i could & listened. listened to the chirping birds. listened to the breeze moving through the trees. believed that nature was talking to me. i’d forgotten how to respond though so i stewed in silence. day forty-two in this room. they keep saying that they’ll let me go outside soon. any day now. “just be patient.” they’re just waiting for one of the higher-ups to give them the thumbs up. then they’ll free me from this cage. i’ve got my doubts though. there always seems to be some new excuse. i’d complain but to who? what’s the use? even if i do, that’s all i can do. there’s no true solution inside of this room.