a lost memory of something I once knew

"All days are equal. My vision is limited. All I see are shapeless outlines which I cannot recognize. It is more like a lost memory of something I once knew. They can control my behaviour, but not the way I feel and think. Even if it doesn't seem so, I am starting to remember dreams and desires I had, before I was imprisoned here. But where am I and why am I here? Who are they? Feeling so helpless and when I start to feel like that I get scared. I know now...feeling helpless is the greatest fear of all."
Ksenija Spanec