Trisden Smith

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Mailing Address:

Trisden Smith #2428691

Utah State Correctional Facility
P. O. Box 165300
Salt Lake City, UT 84116


I lived a life of isolation and suffer from tremendous inner turmoil. I never knew how to talk to people though I desire love and acceptance. I seem to only screw it up. It seems like I am living in a world where everyone is acting upon a script and guidelines they follow, and all I can do is try to stumble my way through this play we call life. Thankfully, in the moments I am granted the familiar "gift" of isolation, I express myself through drawing and writing. When I draw, I draw unguided and will draw anything in my vision or however my hand is guided. I am deaf, but I do have cochlear implants so I love music too. I escape the world in prison through reading sci-fi & fantasy.


I love dubstep, electronic music, dancing, beautiful artwork, cooking prison food. I am a prison guy Fiery. Dungeons & dragons. I want to be a fully changed person before I am free from prison.

I am still working on my fight for sobriety. I can see where I want to be: clean, bills paid, working off this unit, and exercising just about everyday. When I first hit max and went to restricted housing, I would wake up, do some yoga, meditate, study, read, write, work out, birdbath, and read and write for over 30 days. I worked out every day. I met Besar, fell in love, and started “using” again. Now, I just want to be able to be me. I'm happy because I’m putting in work to make me feel better, like studying, writing, and the above.


So, I am not going to “use” as of the 29th, which is Wednesday.


“Waiting, for I am the only one who can overcome the next 8 years. Shall I dwindle into decay every day working for the spoon? Rather, will I feed upon the knowledge hidden within these walls around me? Push my body into health, my mind over the walls to become free, spread my wings, and fly far from here. To once again feel love’s sweet, warm embrace and to once again be a father, brother, lover, and son. Let us walk into the now just for today, sowing seeds, time ever unraveling, into tomorrow, into freedom, into bliss.”



Phil H.