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They handed me a crayon.

They handed me paper.

I scribbled.

There wasn’t much I was good for, really. I am small, tiny, insignificant in the big plan of the universe. There are no mirrors where they keep me, just white walls and paper.

I’m not like them, not big or strong. I have to keep silent. The only power I have is in my mind, and I will use it when I need to.

The man leans over me, smelling deeply of pollen and flowers that burn your nose, and says something. I don’t listen. I just want to stab him with the crayon I’m using.

They’re fighting again. Calm words, yes, but the meaning is there. Acid tones and bitter thoughts make the air metallic.

I sit. I draw.

I don’t know their names. I call them by what I see. Flowers. Ice. Fire. Lighting.

Fire sometimes looks at me with pity, but it never says a word. I sit. I draw. I think.

I will be free, one day. I just need to know how.

Description
They handed me a crayon.

They handed me paper.

I scribbled.

There wasn’t much I was good for, really. I am small, tiny, insignificant in the big plan of the universe. There are no mirrors where they keep me, just white walls and paper.

I’m not like them, not big or strong. I have to keep silent. The only power I have is in my mind, and I will use it when I need to.

The man leans over me, smelling deeply of pollen and flowers that burn your nose, and says something. I don’t listen. I just want to stab him with the crayon I’m using.

They’re fighting again. Calm words, yes, but the meaning is there. Acid tones and bitter thoughts make the air metallic.

I sit. I draw.

I don’t know their names. I call them by what I see. Flowers. Ice. Fire. Lighting.

Fire sometimes looks at me with pity, but it never says a word. I sit. I draw. I think.

I will be free, one day. I just need to know how.