It's stagnant, peaceful.
I couldn't imagine anything better than being here, with you.
We watch aimlessly as the cool morning breeze sways the palm branches gently across the orange, glowing sky.
I look over to you, you're smiling and I'm happy you are.
Thank God we took this trip.
" What do you want to do today babe?" I chirp.
As usual you don't answer right away, until I will you to. I get angry that you don't talk to me sometimes.
Then there's shouting, at first it's faint like a background noise until it gets louder and louder like the devil barking orders at me from my shoulders straight into my ear drum.
I look up after a few minutes, after I've zoned out to see the prison officer shouting repeatedly in my face, her spit is flying out of her mouth, landing on me. I look down at the puddle that started to form.
I laughed, so hard...and I couldn't stop. I kept laughing like it was the funniest thing in the world.
Then they moved me, they grabbed me and moved me from my cell to the room they put the crazy ones. Solitary. I call it my Solitude.
It's where I go to think of you. Thinking about when I see you next. When I get out. Our reunion, we will have a killer time.