The cage is a metaphor but the feeling is real
I wonder how many times you can lose yourself before you can't find your way back? How many times before you decide you may not want to if you could?
Our existence, the way we've come to understand it, it's all transient. Moving. Everything is changing.
Everything but me.
My hands have more to say, but my brain knows better. Effective censor.
I know what this means, but it needs to be done one last time. Tonight I got another rare and bittersweet glimpse at my reality.
And still I feel nothing.
Our existence, the way we've come to understand it, it's all transient. Moving. Everything is changing.
Everything but me.
My hands have more to say, but my brain knows better. Effective censor.
I know what this means, but it needs to be done one last time. Tonight I got another rare and bittersweet glimpse at my reality.
And still I feel nothing.