Boxed up

by Saerelune   Jun 20, 2020


I don't want to speak in circles anymore,
and lose visitors in my colourless corridors.

So I climb up the attic of my brain
and scavenge for compliments.

Between postcards and polaroids, I place myself,
perfectly paralysed in a happy box.

Alone.

20/06/2020
9:44 PM

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  • 1 month ago

    by Hellon

    As usual, a very intriguing piece from you. I took this as literally meaning you want change in your life and you are determined to do it, you are strong in climbing into that attic but you still find the need to hide between certain things that make you feel comfortable. Paralysed in a happy box makes me wonder if you are now in fear of taken the next step???

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