The vehicle moving, time had stopped at this moment. I felt disconnected from my surroundings, everything and everyone. The sounds were muted, all the lamppost lights and hazy car lights in sight were fading. I was staring as the vehicle was aligned next to our bus. A distorted image of a head appeared behind the metal railings. The vehicle was transporting prisoners. They were silent, not uttering a word about freedom or even protesting about their imprisonment. I was pondering about how I'd feel if I were in there instead. Smothered, breathing the minimal oxygen reaching me through the metal railings of what it seemed to be a window. The 4 walls closing in on me, With other people, making the space unbearable and impossible to stay conscious in there. That "window"? I see it as the last glimpse of freedom that I will ever have. As if I'm being mocked for even looking through it. I'm not going out anytime soon. What deed have I done? When will I ever have the willpower to live the life I've missed behind bars? When will I ever see my beloved ones? Am I going to be rehabilitated to live a normal life? What makes normality credible? "Normal is an illusion. What's normal for the spider is chaos for the fly." We're on our way to the court. Are they going to say the verdict? Are they going to set me free? It's foreshadowing. I can't tell. You're not the hands of God pulling strings of my fate. I exhaled till my chest ached for the last time before I got back to my virtual seat in the vehicle not having them manipulating me into peaking to the outer world. I won't give up and look through your metal railings. I snapped back to reality, to my actual mindset and journey to my house.
