The Greatest Prison · 10:09pm Sep 26th, 2013
I have found myself trapped in the greatest prison that as ever bee created. It's a master piece, a marvelous wonder of technology and creativity that only the darkest aspects of the human mind could ever create. I am positive that there are torture machines somewhere in here as well, but I hope that their purpose will forever remain a mystery to me.
I don't know how I got here or what lead me to become the person that I am today. I suspect that there was nothing big about the series of events that slowly took me here - in other words, there was nothing big or earth shattering as I could recall. No, I suspect that the bindings and sentencing occurred in such a small and noticeable way that I never noticed it until my cell door clicked shut. No here, a decline there, a hesitation elsewhere, and an excuse later, I found myself there. I had created the greatest prison out of my own fear; the fear of what others think of me.
Why should such a question ever be a bother to someone? Why should you care if someone thinks lower of you than the dirt beneath your feet, or even lower than you give yourself credit for being? Why does such a action cause the soul to ache and tremble as if it was in the sight of some great God?
I have found no suitable answer for this, other than - because it is.
These thoughts came after reading this: 
I have become my own jailer, judge, and warden. While I accept that I can never become free of being my own judge, I can be my own savior - if I can just push myself on.
I am intimidated by this place, more so then I should be. I fear it, I fear myself, I fear what will become of the good works that I have put so much time and attention to. I fear that my fear of what others, you in particular, will do to any effort that I put into improving myself and my talents. It's a silly thing to be so fearful of this, so stupid to think that I can be limited in such a way.
We shouldn't be. There is nothing to fear other than fear itself. Fear is going to keep you from being the best you can be, its going to keep you from doing the things you love, and if pushed hard enough, it will keep you from the people you love the most.
I would encourage anyone to just do it. Just go out there and give it a whirl. I have written works I refuse to publish, but no more. I have art that lays in silence, but no more. From this day hence I will proceed without this caution of others and pursue the dreams that are so rightfully mine. I acknowledge the fact that I may stumble and fall along the way, but from those falls I will arise to become even greater than I was before.
That was poetic man . . . *grabs popcorn*