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“None of us are powerless. Choice is the most powerful thing in this world. Everyone has a choice.”
“The ocean is quiet,” he says instead. “When you’re down there, not even your thoughts are loud. It all just fades into the background of this tranquil, marine scenery.”
Nothing stays the same. Change is the one constant you can depend on. You either adapt or you don’t. That choice is what sets inmates apart. Those who wait, and those who rebel. A smart man once told me the wait for something to happen can drive a sane man mad.
My own design of love may be a twisted creature, but that creature is hungry and demands to be fed.
“I do, Your Honor. I proclaim that Hell is empty and all the devils are here.”
“You’re an animal,” I say. A smile kicks up the corner of his mouth. “Takes one to know one, baby.”
“We’re just layers of molecules, our brains hardwired to make up our personalities, our identity. It’s predestined. No amount of nurture or abuse could change either one of us.”
Her eyes focus on me. Then she spits in my face. “You’re not my fucking priest.”
“You can dine with the devil, you evil bastard.”
I stare up at him, a beautiful, dark god towering over his own insane creations.
When pain is the only emotion you’ve ever known, it’s all you crave. It lets you know you’re alive.
