The view from the window teases me. At times I try to forget all the hell around me and think about the world. What's it like outside of these crumbly brick walls? What's it like to escape?

I actually tempt myself.

I laugh at the idiocy of the situation, feel myself slipping onto the path of no return. Running away from everything — I wonder what it's like — to do what you'd like. 

To breathe the same air as others.

Isolation does that to you — inhumanely destroys you. It forces your mind to pieces; shatters all common sense you had.

But now that I think of it, insanity is just a whole other kind of freedom.