Between shades of grey…
I was awake, but I felt as if I were sleeping. In a crowded dormitory, surrounded by human beings twice condemned, I was held hostage. The moving lips, like hummingbirds in motion, moved, but made no sound. It seemed the can of liquid depression that I held between my fore-fingers as I sat inhaling amplified the tired cynic locked away in the deepest parts of my being. I took another swig, and allowed the numbness to envelop me. The lips of the owners continued to move on flushed cheeks and painted smiles, and at that moment I knew that their happiness was a lie; that beneath it were the endless pits of death, where love cannot be found among them. My heart broke for them, and I remembered what if felt like to care. But I was afraid. So I took another swig, and let the numbness wash over any thing that might endanger the walls I took so long build.