I'm starved for different light, a different sun,different sky.

People are like ants: Just a few of them give all the orders. And most of them spend their lives getting squashed.

My heart is fluid and soaring. There's no longer any space between heartbeats.

I screamed until my voice dried up in my throat. We all did. All of us in Ward Six, all of us forgotten, left to rot.

like I am Alice in the Wonderland and have gotten too big for the room.

Grief is like sinking, like being buried.

As soon as I look up, his eyes click onto my face. The breath whooshes out of my body and everything freezes for a second, as though I’m looking at him through my camera lens, zoomed in all the way, the world pausing for that tiny span of time between the opening and closing of the shutter.