Wednesday, March 17, 2010

No reprieve

There is no reprieve. Time is time, and time is marching on. Sitting in death row, you can only imagine the world outside, everything in its place, and you in yours. The two worlds cannot be more different. One fills with hope, the other with doom. You wait, with the ticking of the clock. There is no place to run. Your sentence is so unfair.

This is not the life I had planned.