A List of Cages

by Robin Roe

I know what I think, but people don’t want you to say what you think. They want you to say what they think. And knowing what that is isn’t easy.

no one is evil, only unhappy, and unhappiness festers inside like a sore.

Because when you’re between two shores and no one can see you, you don’t really exist at all.

My mother once said that the planet was like an enormous womb, and every single one of us was a fetus. Death was nothing to be afraid of. It was just birth to another world, and someone would be waiting for us there.

“But why can’t good things feel like forever? It was all so fast…before they left. I want to spin it back…slow it down. Why is time like that? Why does it slow down in the places you don’t want it to, but it speeds away when you’re happy?”