I can touch myself. I can feel this body from the inside. Trapped between the thick walls, not enough free space to stretch my limbs. Feelin' like in a modern Alcatraz in the middle of a swamp. The smell gets heavier with every day passed, the walls are coming closer and closer. My only remedy, the full moon is hanging somewhere between me and the infinity. I'd like to touch it, maybe the cold clasp would help. In vain any struggle, I'll never know. It's not torture, just life.