As I stare listlessly into the mirror, the fuzzy image that gazes back at me is someone I barely recognize. But I do. They say prison causes profound changes in a man, and the most extraordinary stem from the most incredible circumstances. That man in the mirror has undergone an unimaginable plethora of alterations because he is the absolute worst thing one can be in prison: an innocent man.
I detect the bitterness in his hazel eyes, the constant worry that wrinkles his forehead, the anxiety that sets his jaw like cement and the frustration that has lightened his hair from brown to salty beige. But still, occasionally, I notice the soft smile of that gracious man I used to know, the kindness in his eyes and the youthful, even naive, wonder underlying his visage.
I witness as he struggles for control over his flagging emotions; his quiet humbleness as he is degraded bởi those who believe that, bởi mere coincidence of fallaciously bestowed power, they are superior in some way; the way he continues to strive for good, despite the oppression surrounding him; how he never puts himself before others; and he helps whoever he can. The man in the mirror is tired of fighting but he cannot stop, he was never taught how to give up. But like Atlas, his back groans under the weight on his shoulders.
I have observed the battles passing through his head as he combats the onslaught of vengeful thoughts for those who lied and cheated to set him up, refusing to hate them, regardless of their perfidious aspirations. The pain he feels for his loved ones, who he is powerless to protect from these people, seems to consume him with the voraciousness of a lion on the third ngày of an unfruitful hunt. He is tortured bởi his inability to provide the warmth and joy that he once gave to his children, and what they (and he) are missing each day. I rarely glimpse hope in his eyes anymore.
I sometimes wonder if he will make it. He seems to know there is little chance for retribution in a society that persecutes based on loose insinuation, vicious accusation and thoughtless supposition, but refuses to accept it. He seems to linger in reminiscence of a ngày long gone, a ngày in which greed and narcissism did not pervade everything, a ngày in which distorted imaginations were not permitted to pervert wholesome interchanges with delusional exaggerations. He seems to stick to his beliefs as if they are the only branches within his grasp during a devastating flood of irrationality. It is like watching a bridge crumble, one speck at a time, over a century; each bit takes an eternity to weaken the structure, but none can be replaced once it has fallen to be swept away bởi the current.
However, I still think he will overcome and persevere, because I have never seen his determination waver. And, as all of us in this situation know, prison mirrors are not very clear.
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I detect the bitterness in his hazel eyes, the constant worry that wrinkles his forehead, the anxiety that sets his jaw like cement and the frustration that has lightened his hair from brown to salty beige. But still, occasionally, I notice the soft smile of that gracious man I used to know, the kindness in his eyes and the youthful, even naive, wonder underlying his visage.
I witness as he struggles for control over his flagging emotions; his quiet humbleness as he is degraded bởi those who believe that, bởi mere coincidence of fallaciously bestowed power, they are superior in some way; the way he continues to strive for good, despite the oppression surrounding him; how he never puts himself before others; and he helps whoever he can. The man in the mirror is tired of fighting but he cannot stop, he was never taught how to give up. But like Atlas, his back groans under the weight on his shoulders.
I have observed the battles passing through his head as he combats the onslaught of vengeful thoughts for those who lied and cheated to set him up, refusing to hate them, regardless of their perfidious aspirations. The pain he feels for his loved ones, who he is powerless to protect from these people, seems to consume him with the voraciousness of a lion on the third ngày of an unfruitful hunt. He is tortured bởi his inability to provide the warmth and joy that he once gave to his children, and what they (and he) are missing each day. I rarely glimpse hope in his eyes anymore.
I sometimes wonder if he will make it. He seems to know there is little chance for retribution in a society that persecutes based on loose insinuation, vicious accusation and thoughtless supposition, but refuses to accept it. He seems to linger in reminiscence of a ngày long gone, a ngày in which greed and narcissism did not pervade everything, a ngày in which distorted imaginations were not permitted to pervert wholesome interchanges with delusional exaggerations. He seems to stick to his beliefs as if they are the only branches within his grasp during a devastating flood of irrationality. It is like watching a bridge crumble, one speck at a time, over a century; each bit takes an eternity to weaken the structure, but none can be replaced once it has fallen to be swept away bởi the current.
However, I still think he will overcome and persevere, because I have never seen his determination waver. And, as all of us in this situation know, prison mirrors are not very clear.
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Well, I haven't been on here for 7 months and I still remember my password. LOL – Liên minh huyền thoại bạn guys don't have to worry anymore. I'm still here. Oh my gosh, A bunch of stuff has changed since then. The reason why I haven't been on here for seven months is because:
1. I have a Youtube channel now.
2. Because of school.
3. I've been playing Five Nights at Freddy's. ( I've gotten into that now.)
4. I've been busy with my cousin and family.
5. The holidays.
6. Deviant ART has stolen my time to be on here.
7. I have a Steam account.
and 8. My computer has been an idiot lately.
I hope to get thêm active on here and get thêm pictures up.
1. I have a Youtube channel now.
2. Because of school.
3. I've been playing Five Nights at Freddy's. ( I've gotten into that now.)
4. I've been busy with my cousin and family.
5. The holidays.
6. Deviant ART has stolen my time to be on here.
7. I have a Steam account.
and 8. My computer has been an idiot lately.
I hope to get thêm active on here and get thêm pictures up.
I have made a new-ish series a tháng cách đây called toxic and admirable fanfic reviews, where i review fanfics! I have many many những người hâm mộ and many think I am funny! So if bạn want comedy based bad and good fanfiction reviews, go on Fanfiction.net club and check em out! ^__^
I review the best and the worst in each one, and I tình yêu the support I get from my fans! I also have a Youtube channel named jared potts if you're interested. I made a hàng đầu, đầu trang 10 kirby boss fights video, at 700+ views, so check that out too!
Thanks guys, and as always, Keep it SHADY! :D
I review the best and the worst in each one, and I tình yêu the support I get from my fans! I also have a Youtube channel named jared potts if you're interested. I made a hàng đầu, đầu trang 10 kirby boss fights video, at 700+ views, so check that out too!
Thanks guys, and as always, Keep it SHADY! :D