escaping the prison we place ourselves in

There are days where I am caught inside my mind. Working from home doesn't make it easy, the days are homogeneous. Everyday is another day exactly like yesterday. Like a kidnapped princess, I often perch out of my window, looking out over the street beneath my apartment. Seeing people walk with purpose, going about their business brings upon me the overwhelming feeling that I have imprisoned myself. Driven by this thought, my imagination takes me to a scene where a passer-by looks up and notices me; hair disheveled, still in my pijamas, peering out with sad eyes. I imagine them pitying me, wondering what my crime was. As the frame closes on me, my mind's eye shuts down the camera, sends everyone home, and locks up the gates of the reverie behind it (keeping the key). All I am left is a deep sadness, and the hope that there must be more to life. This is not to say that I am unhappy, but rather that in moments like these, the fancy of the inner eye takes hold and casts a veil onto the…