Best way to think outside a box
Is to be inside it

Not a special box
Just box wiht no gaps
no windows
no light
The perfect box


Cuz the one, who is truly blind
Is the only, one who’s canvas is not blinded, from outside light

To be accepted is to reject thyself.

I rejected my self the liberty
The responsibility
For a mere second”s”
For a mere word”s”

To reject thyself the luxury for?
for?

To be human
Emotional and free
But trapped the same

Trapped in this cage
Staring at a mirror
But not a reflection
A program, A script, A painting

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Everything is sudden
Nothing is certain
Impulse is what I call it
To resist change
But be caused by mere whim of emotions


this title is what you call it??

The pinnacle of society. an Impulse?

Every thought,
Every action,
Every cause
Every reaction

Even this
Even you
All you my words of emotion
All your words of acceptance
Or reject“ence”
Are a mere impulse of thoughts caused a reaction put into action

I like others, contain freedom
I like others, express fear?

Break
Break Break
To what is it to know freedom when I feel fear
To what is to fear when I have freedom

One may break,
without the other,

I see it within the dark
it lomes over my heart
I see it within the dark

what is it, for it is not me

the air arouses the cold musk
as the past slowly fades
the ground beats with my amputation of assumptions
I cans see the faces of a close afar
my grave digger digs away
i lack the strength to hold my own shovel
i lack the courage to hold my own fall

what is it, for it is not me

I know I am changed, for grand to ground
I know I cant escape, what twits my cord round
I wished I feel offed, but a whole hole that remains

what is it, for it is not me

This neither goes or stays
This neither bothers or remains
I forget and forgive the depths I crawled
But neither I or it can let me holler