A Prisoner of his own Cage.

I have done a lot of wrong things in life; things that I often shake away the moment it comes to my head. I have done things I’ll regret for the rest of my life. I treated myself with no respect as I quench the thirst of my selfishness; doing things for its temporary satisfaction and neglecting the definite consequences.

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I built my own cage and now, I can’t get out of it. I don’t want it but I needed it. I needed it because I was obsessed with it. Building the cage was ecstatic. Every bit of the process, in every second it took, I enjoyed it. I was able to escape as I try to run from the eyes that cannot look at me. There was just me. Alone. But I was never lonely. I was never lonely because of the cage.

The cage was so strong as I fortified it every day of my life. Each bar piece is made of gold. The foundations are strong that it can almost withstand any calamity. It is a gigantic bird-cage-like structure that forests could fit inside of it. It is so rigid; well-built. Though the insides of the cage are dark, I knew I was safe. No one can see me, no one can talk to me, no one can judge me inside the cage.

I built decorations inside my cage. I brought everything I would need. Laptops, beds, foods, cell phones. I bought everything. It was an ecstatic experience being inside the cage. I would go inside it when I’m bored. Every day, I was bored. No one could get me here. No one could hurt me. I could enjoy anything I want and so I was contented.

I met people inside the cage. People I never knew existed there with me. As I walk through its wilderness. I met a child. He has dreams. He was motivated. I am impressed with how he handles himself. He’s not great in doing things but he tries his best. And I think, that is quite fascinating.  He even has friends outside the cage. From time to time, he visits me then we would play with the decorations. When we’re not in the cage, we were playing with his friends outside. They are all amazing. Being his friend is nice and I really like it when he visits me. I wished he could just stay in my cage.

I met another person inside the cage. Just like the child, I did not know he existed. He was old. Just when I thought that I know every bit and part of my cage, he came to prove me wrong. The old man lives inside the cage which I’m not aware of until the moment he said it. And he enjoys the decorations just as much as I enjoy them. He was fun to be with. This old man told me that he wants to meet my friend. I invited the child and the three of us played.

Everything was perfect. Everything was nice. Everything seemed to cast away all the problems. I told the old man how happy I was. I wanted things to stay like that forever. I wanted to feel the ecstatic experiences all the time. He said that he knows something I can do to make my wish come true. He said  I could lock the cage and the three of us could spend eternity having all the fun, inside the cage.

And so, I locked it. I locked it from the inside with lock that has no key. The child looks happy, the old man condones, and so I was contented.

One night, a loud explosion went off. I went to the place where the sound came from then I saw the right side of the cage to be heavily damaged. I was surprised. The explosion made an opening. I could really fit in there; even if I walk side by side with the child, I can easily walk pass through.

I got my tools and I started repairing it. It didn’t take me long to fix it. Then I heard something strange, again.

I followed the sound. As I walk pass through bushes I saw the old man. I moved as sneaky as possible so I wouldn’t disturb him. But, what is he doing?

The old man was eating the child. Munching on his guts. The child was still alive. I was stunned. Cold air swept all throughout my body. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t help him. The child was crying in pain.

I was scared, terrified. I ran away from them. I wanted to get out of the cage. But I couldn’t. As I reach the corner of the cage, I realized it was locked. I locked it. The cage was made of gold. I made it. The cage was rigid, well-built. In that moment, I knew it’s the end.

I looked back and I saw the old man. He was smiling at me. Dirty by the blood of an innocent child. He walked towards me. Then it was all darkness.

I saw the child. I saw my friend as the old man kills him. He saw me as I hide in the bushes then looked me in the eye. He was crying. I could definitely say it was because of pain but his eyes say something else. He was crying because of me; because he doesn’t want to leave me. He wanted to stay with me forever. He did not want to die. But I did not save him, I neglected him.

I have done a lot of wrong things; things that I will shake away the moment it comes to my head. I have done things I’ll regret for the rest of my life. I treated myself with no respect as I quench the thirst of my selfishness; doing things for its temporary satisfaction and neglecting the definite consequences.

I am a prison of my own cage. I want to get out. But I can’t.