Everything must have a title...whyyyy?!!

The bars stand before me, so tall I cannot reach the top. I can only peer through them at a closed door in a darkened room. I reach out and take them in my hands, like a prisoner in a crime documentary. I am sad. Sad because I am alone. Perhaps I knew what was coming later on in life. If I did, that knowledge has long been lost to time. These are my first childhood memories. I cannot say how young I was. Young enough to be in a playpen while the world carried on around me.