Life inside these walls ain't no breeze. It's a world of grey concrete and steel, where time crawls by in slow motion a turtle. The days merge together, marked only by the clang of gates and harsh voices of guards.

Each day is a struggle to cope, to find meaning in a place where outside seems like a distant memory. The air is thick with anxiety, and the shadows hold secrets.

But, even in these harsh conditions, there's a stubborn spirit that persists. A sense of community, forged in the crucible of common struggle, and a hidden desire for something more.

Certain inmates attempt to turn their lives around. They read, they write through art, and they build relationships with others who have walked the same path.

Walls of Regret

Regret can sometimes manifest itself emotionally as walls we build around ourselves. These walls are not made of brick and mortar, but rather of past hurts. They shield us from pain.

We may erect these walls as a coping strategy. But over time, they can become restrictive, preventing us from experiencing joy. Breaking down these walls of regret is a difficult process, but it is also essential for healing.

Existence Within

Life within a bustling city can be both thrilling and overwhelming. The constant flux of people and prison traffic creates a unique energy. Every avenue holds the potential for discovery, from hidden cafes to vibrant street markets.

Yet, amidst the bustle, there's also a feeling of community. Strangers often interact in passing, and local shops foster a sense of familiarity. Finally, life inside can be a truly fascinating experience.

A concrete jungle

The city's heart beats with a relentless pulse. Gray towers pierce the steel sky, their shadows stretching like grasping hands. The paved pathways are packed with a sea of individuals, each hurrying toward an unseen ambition. The air itself vibrates with the bustle of millions living, working, and dreaming within this glass cage. Even the noises are a cacophony—a chorus of sirens mixed with the distant voices of everyday life.

Belief on Lockdown

The world perceives different these days. Walls that once separated us now look to contain us, and the familiar rhythms of life have been moved into a disjointed dance. Yet, even in this uncertain landscape, there exists a flicker. A tiny ember of hope that refuses to be dampened.

It manifests in the small acts of kindness, in the collective experiences of isolation, and in the gentle strength we find within ourselves. This hope is not a denial of the hardships we face, but rather a resolve to move through them, together.

It reminds us that even in lockdown, our spirit endure.

The Price of Freedom

True liberation is a precious and often hard-won gift. Yet, its preservation demands a continuous commitment. We must be prepared to sacrifice our time, assets, and even in certain situations our lives to safeguard its eternal existence. This is the essential price we pay for the privilege of living in a independent society.