I am torn.
Lines have been drawn for me.
Lines for me to exist in.
Lines for me to follow.
My life planned out by society from day one.
As children we were told to color in the lines.
The grown-ups were talking about coloring books, right?
Who knew such a simple instruction could become so sinister.
Who knew it would one day control our lives.
We're supposed to fit in these boxes.
But what if we don't?
Oct 10, 2017
Oct 10, 2017 at 10:08 PM UTC
I am torn.
Lines have been drawn for me.
Lines for me to exist in.
Lines for me to follow.
My life planned out by society from day one.
As children we were told to color in the lines.
The grown-ups were talking about coloring books, right?
Who knew such a simple instruction could become so sinister.
Who knew it would one day control our lives.
We're supposed to fit in these boxes.
But what if we don't?
