Meet Kory…

I cried. But, I was sure not to let anyone see me, in prison you have to be a machine and not a human.

Sometimes I wonder how a human can be made to sit in a cage. Most of the time I ignore it. Some humans accept it. I can ignore the fact that I’m caged because my mind is free. I read and by reading I’m in the story teller’s world. While writing this, I’m reading a book titled Fashionably Dead, by Robyn Peterman. The main character is a fashionable cross breed of vampire and demon, and somehow, she’s the chosen one. She’s in hell with the devil, the seven deadly sins, Dante and a host of others. So, right now this human is a vampire. I also write short stories to place on my personal blog. Writing fiction frees my mind by allowing me to enter into the minds of the characters I create. So I get to live through their eyes. 

Though my mind ignores the fact that I’m caged, my soul will never accept it. I miss my family more than anything. I learned through this arduous journey that family is part of the human soul. When they hurt I hurt no matter the distance between us. When I call home and my family is feeling joy, I experience the joy also.

I miss the simple things. Such as, washing dishes and taking out the trash and being able to open a window to allow a breeze to flow through the house.

While in this cage, I have lost pieces of my soul and sometimes the pain is unbearable. The other day I had a dream, I was with my cousin Stephen. It felt so real. When I woke up and realized I was in here and he was gone forever, I cried. But, I was sure not to let anyone see me, in prison you have to be a machine and not a human. When I have a vivid dream of Pop-pop and grandma, I wake up smiling knowing that I’m still human.