Sometimes, a Human…

Sometimes a human being slowly becomes something they did not choose. Not by force, nor by open compulsion, but by invisible threads woven from fear, dependence, need and silence.

Here the fall is not sudden; it is erosion. The moment when the soul grows tired before the body.

The hands still move, but volition has slowly passed out from between the fingers.

And perhaps the most painful kind of captivity is the one a person does not notice for a very long time.