Daily Obstruction: Writing Exercise in Futility

1 Oct

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Writing Exercise in Futility

 

Alone in my cell, I use imaginary paint to cover the walls with the images of my dreams for no other reason than to forget for a brief moment that they imprison me in my solitary confinement.  Or is my cell a figment of my imagination?

 

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