#prison prose

Looking back, I realise that it wasn't rage that motivated me, though I hid behind anger to avoid certain truths about my life. I remember once walking down the street, when I came across a tree growing in the pavement of a parking lot between cars. My first reaction was to look at it, study it, wonder. I thought "How is this possible?" But I wasn't in school, I'd never learn these things.I smashed the little tree because I knew I'd never go to school. There was no room for wonder in my life.