There is nothing that can reveal their hopelessness more than the grim, dark, and emotionless expressions on their faces. They are hopeless because, like mice, they are trapped by their own living environment, Niagara Falls, New York. I could feel my jaw tightening by the second, as my face grew redder and my nails dug deep into the flesh of my hands. I have nothing. I am sitting on my bed.
Paper is everywhere.
REstlessness has kicked in. There is no time. I just start writing.