To those of you who wish me into a neat box. To your one way street of brain, of course I should belong in one of these spaces.
To not, is confusing, is weakness or stupidity. How very pleasant your world must be. Where one plus one is two everytime, where c always follows a and b. 
How comfortable, how safe is must feel that your gravity has never shifted, your self has never been tested, doubted and questioned. How envious I am of your prepackaged world. 
How shiny and delicate it is - your crystal clarity being so awesome. 
I was once a guest in your world, and I can tell you your concrete paths are not helpful to those who dare to enter the forest, to those who are underwater, to those who dream in the clouds. 
Concrete is predictable, boring and ugly.