Sometimes

Some days, when I feel most alive, I cannot believe how I am contained in these walls. These walls, make me breathe, they allow me to see, feel and speak. These walls, sometimes do not feel like the proper portal for me. I can see it now, all the different caskets and boxes, waiting for me. What will I decorate, years from now? Will I be blue, will I be sophisticated, or in old handed down jeans? I have been warned for years now, that the choices I make are the only things that matter. Now that I can curiously ponder what looks at me in the mirror, just try to tell me the truth. Have you been lying to me all these years? Or are there a selected few that can see through me? I'm still not sure whether or not I'm completely alone at school with this. Surely there has to be someone of understanding. Its the reason I found the people I did, and love the people I love. I don't think I've ever really needed to look at them. I need a device in my quest to capture this new art form. it may take me years before I can finally come to terms with what I'm releasing. At least I was warned.

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