My mind
is shut and my body is weak, hoping for room to move while I am crowded in this
area where I cannot move. It is not like I can get out and walk around; like a
wolf hunting for its pray. I am a cat climbing the trees in a situation that
feel like my collar is caught on a branch. Trying to set myself free but
knowing that one false move could end everything. I look around and all I see
is other people suffering apart from one, one that is so fixed and concentrated
on what they are doing that nothing could distract their mind from feeling sick
or lost in this world of boredom. Get me out now, if not I shall not see
another day. I shall not breathe the air that we all take for granted in times
of joy……… My mind is shut and my body is weak just
hoping this car journey will end.
