"Home"

#0092. The prisoner shuts his eyes and remembers home. The music that plays in his head warbles like an old phonograph record. He has been lost for so long. Each step pulls him further away from his home. Look at the scars on his wrists and arms. He has tried to abandon ship. He spent his days inches from drowning waters. Icy waters. He closes his eyes tightly and thinks of the sweetness of home. The water laps up against the rocks. He peers in and sees his own reflection, warped and degraded by the waves. He cannot do this forever.