a cure for the common block

Prisoner of Conscience

Samuel sat in a dimly lit room and wrote in his journal; he had never believed in journals, always thought them pointless, but he didn’t write for preservation of thought or nostalgia, he wrote so he could have someone to converse with… someone to confess to. While he had a handful of people who called themselves friends, nobody was close to him, nobody knew him, and he had learned that it wasn’t worth losing most of his connections to find those who actually cared. So he turned to a journal, revealing his vulnerabilities and loneliness, the pain of being unwanted, and his desperation to find love, or a reasonable facsimile.The day came when he succumbed to the pressure, when he could no longer fight through the misery and finally caved in. On that day, in a small, bureaucratic, yet still ethereal interview room, he learned that his life was not his own, but rather a punishment, a lesson to be learned for his previous life’s transgressions.


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