I am a prisoner.
My prison reflects the illusion of my conscious heart and living mind.
As words not spoken flows throughout my soul walls of flesh are formed and the gate of emotion is closed. As the power of choice conceals its identity within my mind, all connecting arteries allows neurons to discover its on purpose and function of existence. The walls of flesh and connecting arteries gives my prison a prisoner and its prisoner a prison.
Your illusion is my illusion your consciousness is my consciousness and your living is your living. There is no date of appeal or sentence hearing or notice of arrest document, yet the crime was committed and my prison term is being served.
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