Transparency

It’s so intense that it starts to pierce through. I wish I never knew this much because there’s no way I can make the next move. Cornered in my own resistance, choosing would make me compromise another part of myself. To be stuck in my ignorance makes me foolish, but knowing too much is fighting everything. To keep quiet in my resistance is a test of solidarity, and I don’t have the patience to carry through. My wasted mind is wasting me even further, out of sheer boredom. Pull me out of this, I want to put it in a box, label it and put it aside like I do with everything else. But this is the very room which contains all the boxes. The boxes are a part of me; define me, so I’m really running from myself. Confrontation is nothing but the only escape.

And suddenly I’m free again, running off into the wilderness – uncontrolled and untamed.