Trance
I am trapped in a world suspended between sunrise and dusk, a place I have inhabited for so long that time itself has lost its shape. A world where reality dissolves at the edges, where the line between waking and dreaming grows thinner with every breath. A world that slowly drains you empty, until you no longer know where you stand, or who is even standing there, and each day bleeds quietly into the next.
Sometimes I forget everything. The weight lifts just long enough to breathe, to exist, to feel something close to normal. But the next moment I am back, sitting for what feels like an eternity, in my cell, pleading with the guard to finally push open the door. But even that urge grows quieter. Maybe I have long since gotten used to it.
The only window in my cell, the only one through which I can still gaze at the sky with tired eyes, opens when music plays and I close them.
Will I sit here forever?
I am trapped in a trance of derealization and a fading sense of what is real.