TINY DETAIL

• Beneath the smothered sky, below the brown and green tall trees, beneath my exhausted feet, the field was ragged.
• On my right, patches of once bright coloured flowers had faded, suffocating into a mess of black and brown paint.
• Disintegrating parts of decay and splinters of wood were scattered onto the field, fragments of the window i attempted to break through but failed.
• It was as if this imprisonment was inescapable.
• This was no ordinary feeling of imprisonment; it was a empire of nightmares, where the line between the living and the dead blurred into turmoil.