Life has been a 6/4 space for me, small enough to be messy. Amidst the crowd that I had failed to match the pace with, I'm one among the many incarcerated in the apparent court of rules, to be prisoners of consequences. They do permit days off intermittently and this always brings me an excitement, only momentarily undone the instance I realize that holidays are traumatic for I hold no room and heart bears no peace. All I want is to fly back to the lost island of tranquility where when I lived, I wasn't judged as to be the person in the dock but on the road behind me that led me to where I stood, I called home.