FEEL GOOD

2009
I guess everybody feels down at one point or another. But when you start to feel down in jail, everything, every single thing, tumbles into your lap. Every bad aspect about the place floods your mind. The fact that tomorrow and the next day will be the same as today, that I'll still be in thes here cell with only men, talking about the same things, my mind will still run circles reminissin about all I'm missin; I'll still end the day by laying my head on my blanket, or "make-shift" pillow, pulling my sheet over my body. My toes will still be cold, I'll wake up to a cold cereal breakfast, now over 200 times in a row, and nothing will change. God help me. Yet through all these thoughts i must make it known I had a smile on my face, my mind soon drifts to a better place, reality will fade, for it's not the place I want to be living in and I will follow this routine until the day these people let me out of my cage doors, when I go free. Back to life, back to where I belong, It won't be long. Everything always turns out perfect in the end!

LEMONADE

9/14/08
What if life gives you lemons and you just so happen to be allergic to lemon juice!? What then, do you make? Sometimes, though it may be very seldom, life may throw you something you can't wiggle out of!
I, however, have a wrinkle of how to deal with it: it all has to do with two simple syllables: mindset. When you are happy, without a obvious reason to be so, are the most crucial times in life.
Take a couple of deep breaths when you feel wroth, for problems will wittingly find you and wreath themselves around your happiness. But the thing about your happiness is that it is stronger than any obstacle, for it is all up to you and your mind therefore you're in complete control.
You don't have to woo happiness! It's in you all the time, push the problems from your mind and woolgather happy thoughts till the moon shines bright and silent snores fill your room.....ahem....cell.

MICAH AND THE MISSIONARIES

The following is taken from Micahs journal. The date is January 17,2009

"Sometimes, still, it stuns me, thinking about the fact that the world continues to turn, in spite of my own life circling monotony street in the car of incarceration, it turns and turns, as I write this on Saturday night at five minutes to ten, this I know - for the metal box speaker in the middle of my cieling just informed me - that I have 5 minutes till these steel doors slam closed, the lights dim (never going completely dark). And I'm left in an even smaller room with two men I can never esccape from. Picture a wrecked marriage (without the sexual experience of course). One in which one or both spouses feel negatively about each other at LEAST 60% of the time, yet cannot ever separate. They're trapped in a room with each other, but are almost forced to get along. Because in this particular case no one knows just what will happen if I say the wrong thing, if I give the wrong look, ah, but here I am drifted so far away from my original topic. So back to the begining: As I sit here, doors now closed, the world goes on and on. Everybody I know or don't is doing exactly what they do. Their lives progress, they're deciding where this life will take them, they're stressing, they're partying, they're happy, sad, nice, mean! It's hard to believe everyone hasn't forgot about me, all my friends who are just down the street. Yet I know there are those that miss me. Hopefully? Ha, ha. I'll never know for sure, but I can almost guarantee one thing! At 10:00 on this Saturday night. Micah Neumann, the person, the thought, the memory drifting in that turning world in any turning mind, is lost."