I always have a lot on my mind.
And seemingly I never do have time to talk about them.

One of it would be my prison stay. I think I'll not end up writing it so I'll just condense it now -

You never truly do see the consequences of your actions till you get to live them. And when I was in my cell, staring at the ceiling, I realize we take all the small things for granted. I never realized how long I've not properly appreciated my room, how long since I've finished food, how long since anyone shouted at me, how long since I lost my personal space which I've came to heavily guard.

Not a bad experience, but I won't want to repeat it ever.