Life has two distinct sides: color and pain.
A picture taken walking to the store 🙂
The porcelain walls are said to protect me—-
Their consistent permanent patterns present.
Every memory sees them with resentment,
For those porcelain walls came with a special key.
Everyone has these porcelain walls
Since the moment, each individual crawls
These walls are engulfing, leaving not one free
Hidden within sweaty trembling fists,
Lay the keys surrounding everything in mist
Choking each soul and concealing their secrets
Only showing painted pretty porcelain boxes,
Appearing so square and organized neatly,
All the secrets locked up discreetly.
Raging from within growls from locked up foxes,
Voices force commands to keep it in,
Because they box it as an unspeakable sin.
My mind has grown
beyond the one standard size,
My soul remains confined in a box,
beneath pretty porcelain walls
Holding society upright,
so it never falls
One shape, one relentless fate
Why can’t my mind look anew and create?
Was I born much too late?
No! it cannot be so. Give me a hammer
I’ll destroy the fake glitter!
Don’t you fret my dear, I’m not that bitter…
I’ll let you preserve yours
To protect you when the rain pours
But, don’t you dare forget,
What is bound to produce a fit:
Thoughts like hail shall not prevail,
Within weak porcelain walls.
Can’t you hear your soul wail?
Can’t you hear my hammer?
Hidden beneath all your glamour.
I’m finally free ,
Pretty, refined, delicately painted porcelain boxes
Appearing so perfected and complete—-
Completion is a lie
It is not
Don’t worry he’s not in the house and he can escape anytime he wants. Normally, he decides to sleep in the little ledge during the day time.