I was drawn apart from the rest. Segregated and in isolation. I talk to myself. Tell myself all my dreams and aspirations. Relate my dreams and horrors within my confinement. The walls reverberate with my voice. The shadows scream in agony when I start telling tales to regale myself. The mice scurry past my ankles. I don't care at all. Voices travel within my cell, bringing with it stories from the outside; where the sun touches a person's skin and where the wind is considered a friend.