My mind is trapped in this box.
But, it’s a really colorful box.
So, everyone thinks it’s pretty.
Pretty things interest people.
They make people want them.
So.. people come looking to explore the box.
And they do.
But, sure enough, they soon run away.
Because the box isn’t so pretty on the inside.
It’s actually pretty crappy in there..
The colors are crappy.
There’s crappy elevator music playing in the background.
It’s hard to figure out what’s even in there.
You know, cause it’s so crappy.
I’m inside the box.
In this little cave underneath the contorted mess of solemn crappiness.
My cave is pretty.
I hate the box.
To be continued..