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I was a shape in my cosy little shell, I stayed... I nestled. My cookie-cutter thoughts would occasionally rebel... And stray to the windows. But still they were imprisoned by the walls that surrounded. I would steal bashful peeks out a window. I'd let my senses take unrestricted flights, as I stared into the grandeur of the carnival that seemed to have sprouted overnight... Just beyond the confines of my home. "What a marvellous circus!" I'd think... I'd gawk with child-like adoration and never blink. The universe lay sprawled in a celebration of systematic chaos. It stretched far into the horizon... A delight to the senses, perceived through such young eyes. The world had told me stories. They were like fireworks that speared up to the sky. I wanted to be a part of the jubilee... I longed for the validation of my existence. I wished to claim the gift of life bestowed upon me. I'd resent being held hostage by my indoctrinated ignorance. I was a shape. I knew I was a square. I knew I had a home... But not within those four walls. Simply because... My heart wasn't there.
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Jan 20, 2016
Jan 20, 2016 at 8:32 AM UTC
Heart wasn't Where the Home was...
I was a shape in my cosy little shell, I stayed... I nestled. My cookie-cutter thoughts would occasionally rebel... And stray to the windows. But still they were imprisoned by the walls that surrounded. I would steal bashful peeks out a window. I'd let my senses take unrestricted flights, as I stared into the grandeur of the carnival that seemed to have sprouted overnight... Just beyond the confines of my home. "What a marvellous circus!" I'd think... I'd gawk with child-like adoration and never blink. The universe lay sprawled in a celebration of systematic chaos. It stretched far into the horizon... A delight to the senses, perceived through such young eyes. The world had told me stories. They were like fireworks that speared up to the sky. I wanted to be a part of the jubilee... I longed for the validation of my existence. I wished to claim the gift of life bestowed upon me. I'd resent being held hostage by my indoctrinated ignorance. I was a shape. I knew I was a square. I knew I had a home... But not within those four walls. Simply because... My heart wasn't there.
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Jan 20, 2016
Jan 20, 2016 at 8:32 AM UTC
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