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'''SCRIPT''' | |||
'''TEXT – PHRASES''' | |||
https://writeaprisoner.com | |||
You are completely alone | |||
Overwhelming feeling | |||
Highlight of the day | |||
Reaching out | |||
Consolation | |||
Feeling the Connection | |||
Fear and reality | |||
Monotony | |||
body-image | |||
window | |||
fantasy | |||
face to face | |||
a dream lover, a phantom limb | |||
fantasy rarely matches reality | |||
perception | |||
few movements, tightly controlled, closely observed | |||
punishment | |||
‘separation | |||
emotional damage | |||
impulse | |||
concentration and memory | |||
impulse | |||
deteriorating | |||
caged rather than confined | |||
abandoned rather than alone | |||
suffocated rather than isolated | |||
lose control, break down, regress | |||
seeking | |||
manifesting in fantasy and hallucinations | |||
delirium | |||
the water rushes through the pipes- it’s too loud | |||
you could hear every creaking | |||
I mean dialogues, long dialogues | |||
there were times when the darkness wasn’t dark. | |||
I kind of knew I wasn’t dreaming | |||
the walls are closing in on me | |||
the [authorities] planted some kind of noise inside the light purposely | |||
an imaginary voyage that would dispel the black ideas | |||
dangerously blurred | |||
left her body’ to ‘travel’ in the outside world. | |||
really hard to come back | |||
segregation | |||
the bed and walls | |||
voices and strange noises | |||
not knowing at times whether you are in reality or fantasy | |||
feeling cold | |||
persistent thoughts | |||
in the absence of sensation | |||
prolonged solitude | |||
The utter and monstrous boredom | |||
idleness | |||
to retain a hold on the senses, | |||
with great exertions | |||
stewing in nothingness | |||
level of control | |||
from apathy to aggression | |||
totality of control | |||
restraint | |||
diverged after weeks | |||
silent room |
Revision as of 12:27, 9 December 2019
SCRIPT TEXT – PHRASES https://writeaprisoner.com
You are completely alone
Overwhelming feeling
Highlight of the day
Reaching out
Consolation
Feeling the Connection
Fear and reality
Monotony
body-image
window
fantasy
face to face
a dream lover, a phantom limb
fantasy rarely matches reality
perception
few movements, tightly controlled, closely observed
punishment
‘separation
emotional damage
impulse
concentration and memory
impulse
deteriorating
caged rather than confined
abandoned rather than alone
suffocated rather than isolated
lose control, break down, regress
seeking
manifesting in fantasy and hallucinations
delirium
the water rushes through the pipes- it’s too loud
you could hear every creaking
I mean dialogues, long dialogues
there were times when the darkness wasn’t dark.
I kind of knew I wasn’t dreaming
the walls are closing in on me
the [authorities] planted some kind of noise inside the light purposely
an imaginary voyage that would dispel the black ideas
dangerously blurred
left her body’ to ‘travel’ in the outside world.
really hard to come back
segregation
the bed and walls
voices and strange noises
not knowing at times whether you are in reality or fantasy
feeling cold
persistent thoughts
in the absence of sensation
prolonged solitude
The utter and monstrous boredom
idleness
to retain a hold on the senses,
with great exertions
stewing in nothingness
level of control
from apathy to aggression
totality of control
restraint
diverged after weeks
silent room