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when you’ve been in captivity so long, you forget what outside looks like. you start to make yourself comfortable in your cage; it starts to feel like home. when the door becomes unlocked and you have the chance to leave... you hesitate. outside is scary, it is not a place you are used to. it is not a place you can call home. sadness is like that cage, and i, its prisoner; the lock is broken and i can leave anytime i want, so why do i still linger here? i am not comfortable being happy. it used to be something i craved, something i longed for everyday... to finally feel the sun on my skin and have it mean something. but i am at home here. here in the darkness, in the cage i have grown to love. a cage that is mine and mine only for so long i thought i just wanted to be happy. i glorified it, the contentment. i thought once i achieved it everything would be okay, i never expected myself to want to run away from okay. but here i am. i do feel happier than i have in a very long time, but i feel uneasy, i feel insecure, i feel unstable. joy is like an undiscovered country for me and i am experiencing culture shock. i feel like a fraud, an outsider trying to blend in... but i don’t know the mannerisms, i don’t know the language, i don’t know how to exist in this world. i look forward to the day that i am truly at ease. when my feelings exist in harmony, instead of against one another. when i can build a new life in my bliss, and have a new place to call home.
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Mar 28, 2020
Mar 28, 2020 at 1:19 PM UTC
the cage is/was home
when you’ve been in captivity so long, you forget what outside looks like. you start to make yourself comfortable in your cage; it starts to feel like home. when the door becomes unlocked and you have the chance to leave... you hesitate. outside is scary, it is not a place you are used to. it is not a place you can call home. sadness is like that cage, and i, its prisoner; the lock is broken and i can leave anytime i want, so why do i still linger here? i am not comfortable being happy. it used to be something i craved, something i longed for everyday... to finally feel the sun on my skin and have it mean something. but i am at home here. here in the darkness, in the cage i have grown to love. a cage that is mine and mine only for so long i thought i just wanted to be happy. i glorified it, the contentment. i thought once i achieved it everything would be okay, i never expected myself to want to run away from okay. but here i am. i do feel happier than i have in a very long time, but i feel uneasy, i feel insecure, i feel unstable. joy is like an undiscovered country for me and i am experiencing culture shock. i feel like a fraud, an outsider trying to blend in... but i don’t know the mannerisms, i don’t know the language, i don’t know how to exist in this world. i look forward to the day that i am truly at ease. when my feelings exist in harmony, instead of against one another. when i can build a new life in my bliss, and have a new place to call home.
this is kind of not good but its okay (03. 28. 2020)
riwa-rassi
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Mar 28, 2020
Mar 28, 2020 at 1:19 PM UTC
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