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Freedom, is taken so much for granted, and you dont appreciate the small things you have. My number is DFK 6498, a number which is printed on all my records since the beginning of my time here on this very earth.
Sentenced to imprisonment. I didnt kill anybody. I didnt perform a crime. Hell, i've never even drank a drop of liquor,nor smoked a cigarette. I'm what you call a 100% straight-shooter. But i'm in here, this hellhole, my personal four-wall prison. All because of this. This thing. This demon I must care for, and nurture, for this is why I am here. Its amazing how something so simple can destroy so much. The meals here are horrible. Everybody says it. Its amazing how much a human being will endure just to survive. Its always the same here, always.
I have a tendency to feel sorry for myself, but i'm constantly reminded of the others who join me here. These people. They're only young. They, too, have not commited a crime, for everyone here is innocent.
I go through the 'day in,day out' routine. The head guard is so punctual. He comes in every morning, binds me to my room. Its a punishment I must face as part of my sentence.
It's like Kryptonite to Superman.
I hate it. The only thing I have to go by, is that it's all for my own good. I suppose it's my fault i'm in here. For years I've spent toying with Fate. Maybe Fate has chosen to toy with me. In which case, Fate has served this purpose well. I was so free, the world my playground. The soil my arena. Fate has pushed me so far, as to see my life teeter on the edge of a building. But I would never jump. I live for my parents, for the people I love. For when I die, it is not me who will be affected. Its the ones I left behind.
This will probably be the only Goddamn prison that leaves the doors unlocked. Its a tortue that each inmate must face. But I dare not leave. Not even for Freedom. The worst part about here, is how time ticks by incessantly, so slowly.
Being caged doesn't mean that time stops, for we all live our lifes by the clock, and so too do I live mine.
But much slower.
Seconds feel like minutes.
Minutes like hours.
Hours like days.
Days like months.
It's like chasing a rainbow to no resolve.You just chase it.
I found that the best way to pass time is to sleep. Because when I sleep, I dream, and when I dream, I can rise over the walls of the prison.
I dream of waking up among the lilies, and getting that feeling in my body that only comes when your by yourself.
I dream of the simple things that possess so much beauty, for even th most unfortunate man.
I dream of listening to the whisper of my breathing, paying attention to the function more so then at any routine moment.
I dream of seeing things so beautiful, that it hurts to watch them.
Freedom, is taken so much for granted, when you don't appreciate the small things that you have. You know, the hardest part about dreaming, is having to wake up. Because when I awake, I'm still here.
On February 15, 2002 Cameron Duncan was diagnosed with Osteosarcoma cancer, of the left femur. Aged 16, he is currently undergoing chemotherapy at Starship Hospital.
Written and directed by : Cameron Duncan.
Director of Photography : Rhys Duncan.
Music by : Andrew McDougall.
