Message for You
You can see through yet it is so solid, so permanent- so distastefully keeping you in.
You can see the emotions that go whirling around you, smacking relentlessly into the glass making unfortunate skid marks among the crystal clarity.
What was once identifiable has turned into something far less appealing, far more furry, stench-ridden and of a horrifying, putrid consistency... and it just so happened to go running past your prison.
Unsure of how long you had been standing there in your cell, you look about your feet. There is hardly enough room to sit, let alone lie down. You are exhausted and your feet ache, but there is little you can do. The race has yet to begin but here you stand- a stranger in the midst of the familiar setting.
For years you had been trapped in that glass box, refusing to let others into the solidity of your mind. You had erected walls to surround you, hardly daring to open the door, to let the air wash over you.
You have been scared. You have been alone but then one day that mystery floats past. You are so moved by it's grace, so moved by its phenomenal oddness that you are pulled faster and faster, deeper and deeper into a ceaseless wonder that perks every time one has the opportunity to glance.
You realize that it is indeed time to face your fear. To approach reality with your head held high and your soul in your hands.
You place your dusty fingertips against one wall and push.
Nothing happens.
Your brow furrows. You try the second wall. The third. And by the time your prints are about to touch the fourth, you shake your head in familiar discomfort.
You have been so cooped up in yourself for so long that you've forgotten how to access the real world. Your reality has dissipated to become your individual solidity.
You push. You inhale. Your breath catches. The wind is bitter but vivacious- your lungs become frigid in your chest but the adrenaline of finding truth hits you twixt the eyes, causing you to stagger into gleeful peace.
Freedom and a commencing new beginning.
Calling all followers;;
You can see the emotions that go whirling around you, smacking relentlessly into the glass making unfortunate skid marks among the crystal clarity.
What was once identifiable has turned into something far less appealing, far more furry, stench-ridden and of a horrifying, putrid consistency... and it just so happened to go running past your prison.
Unsure of how long you had been standing there in your cell, you look about your feet. There is hardly enough room to sit, let alone lie down. You are exhausted and your feet ache, but there is little you can do. The race has yet to begin but here you stand- a stranger in the midst of the familiar setting.
For years you had been trapped in that glass box, refusing to let others into the solidity of your mind. You had erected walls to surround you, hardly daring to open the door, to let the air wash over you.
You have been scared. You have been alone but then one day that mystery floats past. You are so moved by it's grace, so moved by its phenomenal oddness that you are pulled faster and faster, deeper and deeper into a ceaseless wonder that perks every time one has the opportunity to glance.
You realize that it is indeed time to face your fear. To approach reality with your head held high and your soul in your hands.
You place your dusty fingertips against one wall and push.
Nothing happens.
Your brow furrows. You try the second wall. The third. And by the time your prints are about to touch the fourth, you shake your head in familiar discomfort.
You have been so cooped up in yourself for so long that you've forgotten how to access the real world. Your reality has dissipated to become your individual solidity.
You push. You inhale. Your breath catches. The wind is bitter but vivacious- your lungs become frigid in your chest but the adrenaline of finding truth hits you twixt the eyes, causing you to stagger into gleeful peace.
Freedom and a commencing new beginning.
Calling all followers;;
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