This is why I don't allow myself to write anymore.
"The night is gone And the day is here The stupid sun is shinin'" (David Byrne - "Pirates")
Fucking sunshine. Worthless, bright, torturous, a daily reminder of the current situation of his life.
The sunrises, and he sits up to look around his cage, the white heat of the sun glaring off the iron bars of his prison cell. No matter which direction he looks, all he sees is grey concrete, save for the small corner that holds a grungy looking toilet. Every. Single. Day. The same view.
His life currently consists of waking, showering with twenty other men who he wouldn’t touch on a dare, “eating”, and sitting in a cell staring at his hands, counting scars and freckles to pass the time. What a life, indeed.
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"The night is gone
And the day is here
The stupid sun is shinin'"
(David Byrne - "Pirates")
Fucking sunshine. Worthless, bright, torturous, a daily reminder of the current situation of his life.
The sunrises, and he sits up to look around his cage, the white heat of the sun glaring off the iron bars of his prison cell. No matter which direction he looks, all he sees is grey concrete, save for the small corner that holds a grungy looking toilet. Every. Single. Day. The same view.
His life currently consists of waking, showering with twenty other men who he wouldn’t touch on a dare, “eating”, and sitting in a cell staring at his hands, counting scars and freckles to pass the time. What a life, indeed.