Stuck in a box for way too long. Actually it’s a box, in a box, in a box. And sometimes if you’re bad or sad there is another box involved. It’s a windowless box inside and out, nothing to see, no way in or out.
Even the dog kennel they call a rec yard is square. It’s a boxy shape….yuck, you can’t even walk in circles. If you lay down you can look up and see a fence, cut out in box shapes. I mean it’s ridiculous.
The cops walk around in boxy uniforms, with boxy haircuts. Our food comes on a tray shaped like a box, that’s if it doesn’t come in a Styrofoam box.
So in a minute I’m going to class in another box inside my box. It lets me think outside the box and takes me out of this box I live in just for a little while. So write on for write on. I hope to stay connected however I’ve been in this box a long time and I’m ready to interact with other shapes.
by, Milly Rachel