"Break free" cries my soul. Staring at the ceiling. The sky. Space. These four walls . Trying. Trying. Trying to stay sane. To stay safe. My soul. My soul. Losing control. Losing control. Sense of flow. Disappearing. I dream. I live my nightmare. No time. No Time. Riddled of questions. Is this unfair? Do they not care? All this disapair? How will we fare? Answers unattainable. God Answer me. The Glory will be ours. Awake. We will live to tell our story.