my eyes like bullet holes in the side of car windows waking up in someone else’s life in someone else’s bed and I dream of escape but they’ve taken my legs and restricted my jurisdiction to four tiny light blue walls that drive me mad and imprisoned me inside a prison inside a prison inside infinite prisons like a Martyoshka doll with an open door policy for violence but limiting my freedom of expression to cover up these walls with anything that interests me but I guess that’s the way the world works, anything interesting is prohibited and beating you senseless is encourage so may never know who you are or what you’re doing or what you’ll become but if there’s a little blue sun that shines on the luck of chance and it comes to you naturally, know it, take it and run with it like you’re being chased by cannibalize headhunters because you never know when it’ll come back, if ever, and sitting here now thinking of Havana realizing that I’m still here in this reoccurring nightmare of unnecessary difficulty I’d appreciate a simple pleasure like ******* on a mosquito that’s resting in the ******