The box.

We live in a box.

We give it a name.

We draw on its walls.

And we enjoy its safe space.

The name could be a title.

The name could be an adjective.

The name is another box.

We can draw windows.

We can draw balconies.

And in each, we imagine looking outside

Yet in a box we still are.

From one box into another we think we are escaping.

We believe we are growing or changing.

We are succeeding and failing.

And those are no less a box either.

We exchange one box for another, and the endless loop continues.

Will the boxes ever disappear, no.

Will it help to recognize the boxes, yes.

Will anything change, well yes and no and that’s for you to find out.

Until the next ❤️ beat ~.~.~