I am comfortable inside my head,
invisible borders,
self-imposed rules.
They keep me safe.
An illusion of security.
But when the walls
inevitably
close in on me,
there’s nowhere to run.
Trapped inside this fragile paper cage.
Nothing keeps me in,
yet everything does.
Nov 12, 2024
Nov 12, 2024 at 7:13 AM UTC
I am comfortable inside my head,
invisible borders,
self-imposed rules.
They keep me safe.
An illusion of security.
But when the walls
inevitably
close in on me,
there’s nowhere to run.
Trapped inside this fragile paper cage.
Nothing keeps me in,
yet everything does.
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