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Inmate Blog Entry: Tuesday, October 11 2016

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Age: 35
Location: Shirley, MA
Total Blog Entries: 2
CONVERSATION

Thoughts captured and converted into words to express our essence, it empowers the beholder with a glimpse into our souls. How else would we share what is deep within ourselves? Without this mode of communication we would be left ignorant. The lack of knowledge would deprive us of mental growth. As a result, we would have a very narrow view of the world. There is much to be gained by sharing our inner workings. I have never met a person I could not learn something from. We can all contribute to each other if we take the time to share ourselves. When this happens, growth will then take place because we have enhanced our minds by experiencing something new and wonderful or brought confidence and fortified what we already knew. The world then opens up for us and is no longer limited to our own personal experiences. We will journey out to places that were barred from us through our lack of imagination. Or we will intensify the mystical world of each other’s minds melding the singularity of shared views and build upon each other’s thoughts. But alas, none of this can come to fruition until we express our first thoughts with each other. It is a scary prospect that will pay off handsomely if we embrace our fears and voyage out into the unknown. So come along with me in an adventure to experience the wonder of humanity.
Inmate Blog Entry: Sunday, November 6 2016

Inmate Blog Category: Fantasy


Charles Byrd's Profile
Age: 35
Location: Shirley, MA
Total Blog Entries: 2
ZOMBIE

Zombie There I was, sitting in a fog with a constant buzzing in my ear for what seemed like an eternity. When a beam of light exploded through my window, showering me with clarity. My vision turned from a dirty white into an array of intense colors, until all was visible. The return of my vision brought me sustainable thoughts that developed into ideas, which can be articulated rationally with words. Peering out of my cell, I feel sane for the first time in a long while. What I see horrifies me, there are mindless inmates wandering about, speaking what I consider to be jibberish. I think to myself, “was this once me?”. A slave to my lower desires and all things that obscure reality. The door eerily slides open, so I walk down the tier of cells holding caged inmates who act like animals in some forgotten zoo. I venture down the staircase noticing the two prison guards posing as “Correctional Officers,” paying no mind to the monsters they have created. Caring only for what is on the screen in front of them, instead of the scene that unfolds in front of me. These monsters stagger aimlessly, reeking of some foul odor, repeating the same mindless behavior over and over. I try to share some of my light with them, but they prefer the shadows where they can hide from the world. Later on, I reflect on all that I saw and thank God I am not a zombie.




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