This glass box
can't intervene
with the events around me.
I can only observe
and witness the mistakes of my past.
This glass box,
no doors,
no way out,
no way in.
I was born here,
and will die the same
Unless i can break free,
shatter the walls around me.
Make my own way out,
into the world outside.
This glass box,
My lonely mind . . .
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I suggest first that you do not turn yourself into a liquid, that would be a mess in the end and hard to reconstruct on a molecular level. Now use your head.
ReplyDeleteIf you can still see the first mistake of your past then there you will find the opening where the construct first began.
I find this fascinating Nick, mostly because you have made the impossible come to life in your imagery. very well done.