terandir

So now I have to wait. Luckily it's what I'm good at.I'm trapped in this place, an inmate in a powderkeg prison.no way out, no way forward, no way free. not yet, anyway.The animal wants to pace and growl, hurl itself at the bars, all teeth, claws and fury. But that wouldn't help. so the man in me controls the it, and we both sit patiently, waiting.Looking out, looking forward, looking at freedom. It'll come in time.Your actions put me here, forced me into this cage. What was my home is now a prison, a comfortable gulag.My possessions are still here, but the enjoyment they brought is gone, and the good feeling in this place is replaced with...

So now I have to wait. Luckily it's what I'm good at.I'm trapped in this place, an inmate in a powderkeg prison.no way out, no way forward, no way free. not yet, anyway.The animal wants to pace and growl, hurl itself at the bars, all teeth, claws and fury. But that wouldn't help. so the man in me controls the it, and we both sit patiently, waiting.Looking out, looking forward, looking at freedom. It'll come in time.Your actions put me here, forced me into this cage. What was my home is now a prison, a comfortable gulag.My possessions are still here, but the enjoyment they brought is gone, and the good feeling in this place is replaced with...

The pain is intense. A supernova of agony, flaring brightly but briefly, burning itself out but leaving an echo behind, which pulses in aftershock agony, then slowly fades.It's my own fault. Repetition, repetition, repetition. That's what does it. Doing the same things so often they become second nature, automatic, allowing our minds to wander. It's the curse of humanity, to not pay attention, to not focus on what is actually happening.I begin moving my hands again, first around and around, then up and down. Then down slowly, more carefully than before, down and around, curving slightly, simple, easy.The touch of metal against the skin is ...