Waiting

Waiting… In a place where time is much more than a dial on the wall in constant rotation. It’s literally the way of life. Imprisoned and forgotten for deeds not done, I’ve been Waiting for my life to revert back to at least some sliver of normality for years, yet with only more years to follow; to be reunited with my loved ones and continue life without the word Time revolving around my every thought and action.

Waiting is to be stuck in an infinite time loop where the same thing repeats every day, where today is but the same as yesterday and the day before last as well as the day that has yet to come. Nothing changes. New events occur and new faces come and go but the days are the same, the schedule is the same, the place, My New Home, a constant reminder of monotonous punishment for not cherishing a life without restraints.

What to do? With a seemingly never ending supply of time and limited opportunities, what to do with myself? In a place where Time Is Boss and all I really have in this world, all I really have is myself, since Time isn’t actually tangible. If I got myself in here, even incidentally, then through myself is the only way out. And not in the physical sense, since one day my number will be called for release, eventually, but in the mental sense, because the impact of Waiting for such a long time in such a dreary place can be detrimental to one’s mentality.

With that in mind, why wait without purpose? Like the Ancient Greeks said thousands of years ago: To stand still is to stagnate, what stagnates eventually dies. To live is to move forward and never stop moving, for life is always in motion… A light suddenly flashes and guides me towards salvation.

In essence, I’m stuck in a time capsule Waiting for the future to arrive. Time continues to flourish and grow, evolve and procreate into the new and modern, but once my Waiting is done, it will be as if everything has evolved but me, the same me, wizened, in a time past due, outdated and ignorant of all things present. What did I do? I wasted my time Waiting in stagnation…

Enlightenment has struck. Purpose has been found. Duties entailed. Only action required. Envisioning my time wasted, invalidly, sparks a flame in my heart and mind to make My Time serve me, empowering myself over it and converting The Action Of Waiting into a positive and efficient period of production while using The Word synonymously with Preparing…

The impact of Waiting isn’t always so positive. Some can thrive in the cold silence of solitude and prolongation. Others wither away and fade into the black of mindlessness, anger, and sorrow. For me, my ability to thrive is attributed solely to the guidance and wisdom of loved ones who have enabled me to never settle for less than I deserve, even if my options are limited to Waiting, because even with just that, I can utilize the Time bestowed upon me to grow and develop as does the free world parallel to me, so once my reintegration with society begins, My Time spent behind these walls will have been done not in a time capsule but on a journey of Time Well Spent.

My name is Thomas Lee Weatherwax, and in 2019 after fighting my case on appeal, I was able to negotiate a 30 year sentence with the prosecution in exchange for waiving my future appellate rights.  The 30 years I settled for is flat time- no good time- due to the current weapons enhancement laws in Washington State.  Unless changes are made to relax these laws, people will continue to be held to the inflated standard that carries with it astronomical amounts of time. With your help, we can make a change.  My current release date is 9/24/2043

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Thomas Weatherwax #491700

Yakima County Jail- 1120

PO Box 96777

Las Vegas, NV 89193