I want to escape
This shell that is my body
Just to be someone else
To not be me for just a day

This prison cell
Is keeping me in
Barely hanging
Locked shut, completly contained

I want to be out
I want to escape
I want the freedom
To do even the simplest things

I want a pet
I want to be with friends
I want to be able to run around outside
I dont want to be told im lying.

-Shorin Quicksilver

Penned by my hand on the 25th of Valnuary, in the year 387 AF.