If you are not willing to flip the page, then you should of never have took the book.

Why do you insist to be visionless, claiming that your eyes have expired pass their youth, when you yourself have witness the contortion of the cosmos, and why do you declare yourself a mute, when your words carry the power to sway nations, and why do you block out the sounds of the earth, when you are able to hear the most infinitesimal of vibrations. You tell me inorder to obtain euphoria you must disregard all pleasures of the world, but how are you to  neglect what is not there? You make it appear as if this is a grand burden to bare, saying numbing yourself is a sacrifice, but I think other wise, because to be oblivious to ways of the world is a genuine paradise.

I once was a man made of muscle, with veins pulsing hot with blood, and a mind surging with currents of endless notions, and a stomach with an apatite to eat the world, and a heart with aspirations to lead. But now I am just a skeleton of what I once was. Just a hollow shell of granular matter, waiting to be obliterated by the most delicate of whispers.

These four walls that keep me confined, keep closing in and in, and in due time, will crush not only my body but my spirit and mind, and as eager as I am wanting to explore, what lies behind those forbidden doors, they deny me the right of passage because they view me as less, expecting me to blindly except the lies that they spew and deny the truths that they kept, but I see the reality of it all, and refused to be silent when I hear the voices of the world and it's me that it calls.