I sit alone in this individual-less room. I only have the comforts of which have been bought. The only thing I hear are those blades that swirl around in that confined space. I am alone. With my fantasizer and blinder off; I am able to realize these things of which I am conveying from my pen. I have surrounded myself with tangible, non-intelligent objects, who lay scattered around this empty fortress. Yet in as so much as these objects lay dormant destined to be cast away, confined to it's container, to it's shelf, to it's prison; I too am trapped; although I do obtain the potential destiny as they. I have the will, the body, and the mind to change my own. If I could only replace these empty artifacts with understanding, caring individuals to which they can free me from this artificial prison I have constructed around myself; perhaps I only require one individual, one person to lift me out of this barren place. I do sincerely hope that this one freedom holder locates me before I lose myself in this box. I know every time I power on my drug, my hopes and dreams are gradually being extracted from my fragile heart. Until this heroine arrives at my prison walls and frees me, then here I will hope that this individual will not be too late to save me.