imprisonment.

to me to be in prison is to be in a place where you feel trapped and controlled. i almost feel compelled to say that to experience someone that is locked away, eats away at the heart as if you just heard that they had died. i mean even though they are still alive; walking and breathing, you can't see them whenever you chose, you can't hug them, you can't call them up to go hang out, you can't randomly swing by their house and pop in on them.. no, none of that. instead, you stare at the spot where they slept, you wait up for them to indulge in the usual late night chat, you keep preparing yourself to run into them at the familiar kick it spots.. but none of that happens either because they're not there anymore. they're not walking amongst us common folk anymore, they've been separated.. placed in a realm different from our own daily scenario. but just before you get use to living without them, you have to keep reminding your heart to wait. wait on that loss of hope, wait on that need to replace what was lost, wait on moving on. because the the only difference between death and imprisonment is that at any point they can be set free, granted a second wind and returned to pick up where they left off.