Communication In Prisons

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When asked to envision a monster, everyone would have different ideas. Some would speak of beastmen with large horns and sharp teeth. Some would imagine a swarm of hive-minded insects that surround their victims to drain their lives. Some would find that their demons as shapeshifters that disguises themselves as familiars or loved ones, only to stab their targets in the back and consume their soul. These sort of creatures aren’t seen in reality except, perhaps, in a videogame or a horror novel. Instead, everyday, we are burdened by the “monsters” that are expectations, challenges, and our own minds. These obstacles aren’t ones we can physically fight, but ones we must overcome. As for myself, I would imagine an invisible voice that clings to …show more content…

Combined with the fears of rejection, failure, and disappointment, the idea of self-expression appears as a dark, impassible wall that looms over the bottle of trapped emotions that are kept within. The guards that constantly patrol this prison 24/7 long to relax and let the pressure go, but they must continue vigilantly due to the unknown consequences such a release could cause. Unable to take the risk, these emotions are collected until the bottle shatters, spilling more trouble than it could have made, had they’ve been free to be expressed in the first place. I’ve operated this prison before, and it still functions today; some things aren't meant to be known. However, I’ve been learning from the cracks and meltdowns that result from this enforced containment. Regulating this control is an extra burden that I create on my own, and the graffiti that paints the outer walls are the efforts I’ve made to paint the illusion that I am whatever my superiors wanted me to be. In this containment, I’ve made a monster out of what shouldn't be, and I’ve slowly been searching for a way to feel again. Tapping into the interests I used to have, I turned to art. I’ve always been an artist, but, for the most part, I’ve only been creating what others want or copying preexisted works. I came to learn that I enjoyed finding myself in the things I make. I came to prize originality, finding that I must replace my loss of interest in others’ work with my own. I came to recover a scrap of comfort in myself and a strand of hope based on a trend that drew through my

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