There is no next. There is only one continuous Cycle. The light, the smell, the taste, the touch and what one feels never changes. There is always enough time to do anything, which is to stand in my cell.
There is no hope when you don't know what is next. But that doesn't matter. I am alive. I guess that's good. My guards see to me that I should be thankful to be a live. I guess they are right. It is good to be alive. I would rather be alive than dead most Cycles. SomeCycles I do get sad.
I get sad. And when I get sad I begin to ask question about why I am here. When I ask question like that the guards beat me until I wish I was dead. Then the guard will usually see to me that I should be happy I am alive.
Yay...life...What does that mean when you don't know what is next? I want to write more thoughts in my L.O.G.. I will try. Maybe I will write poems? ...If I am allowed. Poems are fun. I can write them in the dust. Then I will see them blow away like my life and like I would like to do with my head SomeCycles.
