Call me Matthew captive in a prison closed in no space to walk. I receive my food from guards who are scared of the weapon hold. understand place. play basketball with fellow prison mates all day every day serving sentence isolation. Wake up same agenda rotate cycle anxiety was stuck in. But longer. dig tunnel under swinging pickaxe force creating hole like heavens see light birds clean ocean and feel wind blowing through hair. darkness but keep mining. light. scrape dirt fragile arms gasping for air that forgot how breathe. climb out. am run not away police freedom. Don’t hesitate run. Run me.