life is full
of snap decisions
that change the course of history-
most aren't even conscious
just natural alterations-

your future
all depends
on these minuscule verdicts
and everyone around's

all you have to do
is choose the correct
sequence of decisions
in the sea of selections

So much strain
comes from the confinement
children and young adults face
but the only solution people have
are either more boxes
or shame and isolation.
How can there be no solution?
How can there be no life
for those who are tired
of waiting in boxes?
The earth is made
and intended
to be our oyster,
but we have drained all sea
for the oyster to live in.
The world is not an oyster,
it is merely the shell.
It is the lie told
to eat the food you don't like.
It is the diet soda
eatings its way through you.

The feeling, the burning sensation
decomposes my spirit to crumbs
leaving a hard exterior shell,
a parasite taking over my body
and leaving only the remnants
to be discovered too late.

Life;
a box of chocolates, right?
But where did they go?

I, we, spend minutes hours even days
staring at pixels and RGB colors
living life through someone else's journey
gaining a materialistic knowledge
that is rendered useless outside
and sacrificing everything desired
for a compressed, sensible inferiors
in order to save some bucks or years
unintentionally creating a problematic paradox
causing pain and even more confusion
how can the truth, the necessary,
be increasingly stifled?

Cry it out.
It helps.











Sometimes.

I can't move,
I can't breathe,
I can't feel,
I can't be.