Solitude is a great way to past the time.

Staring into nothing, hearing and seeing nothing.

But knowing there is something.



Gratitude is unsaid thanks.

Thankful for something, a little thing, anything.

Grateful for one thing.



Servitude is either unpledged loyalty or forced subservience.

It's pleading for something, working for something, lower than everything and at the mercy of one thing.



I am grateful to the silence, a slave to the darkness and forever bounded to nothing.



The air I breathe, the land I walk on the water I drink.

It is all, it is everything.



Looking out from behind steel bars in the deepest corners of my eyes.

Locked in a white room somewhere in my...