The darkness touches the concrete floor and walls of my cell block; I wish the light from the sun’s rays would pierce the darkness lingering here. In the horizon, the sun dips and wanes behind the mountains. I imagine it’s warm embrace warping around me compared to the stale, damp, and cold air wafting through the cell causing me to shrink deeper within myself.
I have served the time of my sentence in prison six months, but six months have passed officially marking my one year in this prison facility. The system here is standard, like every other prison facility every day we followed the same routine: counseling, remediation programs, physical activity, wearing the bright, saggy orange jumpsuits, and the bland, tasteless meals to eat.