When are we ever allowed to admit that life is preposterous?

Is it just my own fragile mind that craves for more?

More life…

More pulse…

More of everything that life represents.

As of now I can only think of emptiness, anger, pressure; feelings of intense suffocation from the box that I locked myself within.

Yes, I admit, I chose this.

I found the door, walked in and turned the latch and threw away the key.

It’s my fault that I am here.

But, something to keep in mind; it’s not my fault that the box exist.

The trap was set by something more sinister, more desperate, and more pitiful.

So here I am.

Sitting in the dark as the walls close in; they are laughing.

They think of this situation hilarious.

I have to agree.

It’s pure comedy the type of irony that makes the stomach turn and the tears flow.

I am a clown.

I wear my mask to hide the person within.

Yes, there is a person within; actually this person is just a child, still not old enough or brave enough to walk out.

Wake up little one.

Your time has come.

Like everything, our eyes are made to be opened.

Light will reach the dark pupils and activate the cells within.

No point in fighting it.

Just see, with out filters, without hope, without expectations, that will only lead us further into darkness.

Darkness; that cloud is always following me.

It has no name nor forms just an amorphous presence suffocating us diluting the air, poisoning us with expectations, greed and stupidity.

I feel more stupid just by thinking.

The more I think the less I know the more lost I feel.

I have to find myself.

Maybe I’ll look in that box again.

No, it’s still empty.

No keys can open the right door and let the child out.

Hurry, she can’t breathe.

I can’t let her die in there.

Die in the darkness, the abyss of forgotten dreams and desires.

No, can’t just forget.

I have dreams!

I have drive!

I have a life!

GET ME OUT!

You have the keys.

Turn them and set me free.

They were always there.

The light, the keys, the dreams, they are all one.

They stand before you, within you along side of you.

Pick it up.

I know it’s heavy, I know that it feels strange but it’s your key.

You were borne with it.

Use it for its purpose.

Use it to unlock yourself.

You are free.