He stared at the wall. The wall stared back.the moonlight glistened on his drained cheeks , and the damp walls surrounded his broken hope of freedom. He heard the cries of others beyond the already dense walls reinforced by their screams of disarray,the ruthless,torturing challenges, but he didn't mind the noise as he had grown accustomed to his bleak life of wake up, work, stare, eat, and sleep. After all, it was just another day of his disheveled life broken to bits even on a day of hope. On the ladder. 'Happy 20th birthday to me'.
