In the prison, I stared at the empty, blank, rotten walls who were just as lonely as me and wanted to come out of the cage of their own thoughts. I would stare at them each and every moment and they would stare back. We would converse for hours without actually saying anything. I lost my memories and from beginning I don't know myself.
In that black room lived me, the walls and my fears and loneliness along the darkness.
I would just survive on a loaf of bread and a bottle of water thinking about what I did wrong for which I have been suffering for 10 years like an ant enclosed in an air tight jar for so long being provided with food and had nothing in life , just observed for experiments.
I had seen all these years nothing except darkness and fears. And for the walls, I
felt them with the fingers of my hands and would converse with them with my mind. I didn't said anything from the past 10 years and even forgot my own voice.