I look out the window and see nothing but the passing of cars

[staples_warrior]

Its strange what the passing of time can do to a person. One day you wake up and your in the middle of your life and always have something to do and always have somewhere to be. The next day you are sitting at your computer watching the passing of the days as if the next was no more important as the one before. Everything around you seems to become less and less interesting. Daily life becomes more of a constant than a variable and you can't seem to sleep as you used to. Things happen around you that you want to do but you never seem to do them. You look around your room and feel trapped in what seems an eternal prison. The only thing that keeps you sane is that you know there is an exit. A way out of the mechanism of your life. Some way to go beyond the norm and capture some part of the larger picture. I look out the window and see a car pass. I've never seen the person in the car before and I will probably never meet them. I wonder if they are trapped as well. This thought brings me comfort. Perhaps I'm not the only one trapped in the constructs of life. Just maybe there are others who yearn for a release from their current assignment. It will all be over soon I tell myself. I'll make something of my life, I will not have to live the same day over and over, doing the same thing as if I actually enjoyed it. I will make my stand. I will claim my part and I will break free of these chains that hold me down. Perhaps others will as well. Perhaps the person in that car has already broken free. This thought gives me hope. One day you will understand, one day you will realize. You only live once. Break free and live.

Poetry, Kinda.

Days left of confinement: 160