Box

by Audax

April 3, 2014

I'm stuck in a box

full of language and clocks.

my chest is squeezed tight

and I can't love right.

I can't move.

I can't breathe.

I can't see.

my limbs weigh me down

I'm stuck on the ground

and I can't stop spinning around.

the air is too thick and too full

I cannot breathe through all these molecules.

there are too many shapes and too many colors

I can't see the feelings of others.

I'm stuck in a box

full of language and clocks

and I can't wait to get out.

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AudaxApr 3, 2014

<p>I wrote this to express a frustration that I have with the physical limitations of being human and being a physical being. The fact that I have to expend a considerable amount of energy and follow rules and use certain tools to express the most basic and innate feelings to another person, I can't just transmit my feelings directly to them and have them understand, I have to play charades and try to get them to understand through limiting physical expressions what it is that I am feeling. </p>