Friday, August 11, 2006

Bound

How long have I been in this prison? A day? A year? A thousand? How long has it been since I've seen the air and felt it's breath? Moments? Ages? How long have I waited for a chance hand that would release me? An instant? Beyond existence?

A light, an opening, a moment of freedom, a frightened breath, a falling lamp.

"You have three wishes, master."

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